In the deep of the water,
Sent to the slaughter
She fights for the right
With all her might
To be free from the pain
With everything to gain
As her eyes are unveiled
And her soul is then held
As he heals the scar
That took her afar
And he takes her by the hand
Writes their names in the sand
They dance on the clouds
And remove all shrouds
Then lie out in the thunder
Never to be asunder
She reaches out and takes his hand
Together they walk, Ain't love grand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem