What does not kill me will only disappoint me
what only weakens me must burn and die
though my wings are bruised and broken
still you will not stop me if I spread them to fly
What will not love must truly hate me
will except no middle ground
while I've gone and lost the part that's you
so much more there is to be found
What won't freeze must be pure cold hearted
what won't melt will surely burn
if you cannot be one to teach and lead
then you must follow and of your place learn
What does not kill me will only disappoint me
what only weakens me must burn and die
though my wings were bruised and broken
I was still able to spread them wide and fly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like how you almost duplicated stanza one at the end. i'll get this into May's showcase soon, but i've almost run out of time on library's computer today. our computer is 'down'. : ( thanks, bri :)