What are diamonds, what is gold,
What are pearls, chests full of silver;
If I can't give you love to hold,
Rest in thy wings not to shiver? .
I can't desire to grow my wings,
If they fly me away from thee.
Whould I bear the scorns, the stings
That shalt follow me if i flee? .
Wilt these mine young, weakling hands,
My untaught brain, my crooked feet;
Support me in uncharted lands,
Rescue me from the strife I'd meet? .
Can I live in a world of fear,
And wallow through all its pains;
Lest you wipe away my tears,
Free me from its traps, all its chains? .
For I can't and this we doth know,
As 'twilt come a time someday
For this same love, this kindness show
But for now 'Happy Mothers' Day! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice song my friend. Well done.