She was the amulet that calls for the stars to glisten
Under the streaming looms of melancholy
Wet and cold and yet contented
She was the amulet that transfigured me
She wielded her thoughts and persona with awe
Hammering, steering them into beautiful forms
Forlorn and complex and yet regardless
She steered me through amazing poetic storms
She will always be the girl she was when I first saw her
A translator of love and her affections
A glistening star in the Irish sky
A comforter of both hope and disappointments
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem