She wrote in many letters, but I understood in A, B, C
Do a reversal of roles you might understand what I mean.
The first was looked like love, and an (A) ngel is all I saw,
The second was an uncertain trust, but a (B) eautiful smile, was the bliss she she always wore,
The third was a promise to never leave and the (C) are she seemingly showed was all I believed,
In many letters she wrote, but I understood them as A, B, C.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem