In the depth of your heart...
Ocean of innocence crafts the waves...
Maturity is only for this world of dirt and soil...
My sweet lass, you are the root of life...
Only you shall stalk that spring...
Hiding what you have...
Extending what you have not...
You kill not, the life and its quintessence...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem