I built you a house with words,
in hopes it may come true.
For deep down I know that dreams,
won't be enough for you.
Good times never come,
greatness is always late,
I wonder why I even try,
I do not have a place in your fate.
But if I can make you smile,
and raise the sadness in your eyes,
then the forth coming heartache,
will be all worth while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is so beautiful from margy harris