Even the stars, at long last die,
And when they do, fall from the sky.
Such is the case with a human heart,
Built imperfect, from life departs.
But a glorious soul, will never die,
Though it may wander through the skies.
It will outlive the stars that shine,
For a soul mirrors the divine.
4/3/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem