Cry I shall,
For tis tears to mine eyes you bring.
Laugh I shan't,
For tis something I know of not.
Sorrow and pain i feel,
For joy and blithe cans't heal.
The loss of you,
That for morrow will remain.
[For M]
20080120©
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I would like to translate this poem
i can relate to this poem...I Love the tone of dialect you used.. resembling an 19th century slang well done.. i must say :))