It’s always have been the same old story
Fighting with honor for my own glory
Like a wounded warrior runs with anger
Seeking the life’s of his enemies to capture
Things changed as I found love
She was a gift from high above
She loved the warrior inside
But yet she didn’t see the child
The child who lives inside me
The pure thing that didn’t turn wildly
Will she loves him too?
Will she help him to grow?
Will she accept my weak part?
Or she’ll run away for a new start
Will she wipe away my tears?
Will she fight away my fears?
Yes, I admit that I am weak
But for your love I will not seek
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''The child who lives inside me The pure thing that didn’t turn wildly Will she loves him too? '' the significant interrogation underpinned with meaningful diction...10+=