I'm dreading this moment
I'm tingling with fear
my anticipation mounts
as the time draws near
yet I am excited
because the secret will end
of pain and betrayal
and losing a friend
I know full well
you may hate me for this
but keeping it in
I never will miss
so I'm going to drag you
right down to the field
and pour out my soul
repairing my shield.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Right down to the field and pour to my soul, very beautiful poem shared on the desk. Nice job.