Would be my love come late
or never come at all
would be my guilty fate
to miss his heart felt call.
Would be my love come late
in agony and strife
would cut my heart asunder
cut so short my life.
Would be my love come never
or never come at all
would be my love in Glory
where Angels would fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem