Sadness or May be something else Makes my baby cries and Her pretty eyes shed a lot of tears and This makes me suffer For her, Her pretty tears are so dear to me Because they mean to much for me, Her love penetrates my heart and Runs with my blood, Her pretty tears are like Gems or pieces of pretty diamond and Even more precious and more expensive, so Her pretty tears are more precious and More beautiful, but they make me sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem