Who can dictate to the heart,
The way that things should be.
Sometimes I feel that I'm not smart,
My heart never was free.
I lost my heart, so long ago,
When I was young and free.
Where eagles soar, hawks do not go,
That's how it was with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely little poem, quite romantic.