I came to earth, from a distant star,
And alien point of view.
I walk this earth as I did afar,
And I search for what is true.
I wrote a note in my foreign tongue.
I heard an alien song.
Then the perverse spears of fate were flung,
And the melody went wrong.
I still wear my heart upon my sleeve
As foolish men often do.
My rosy glasses make me believe
Each fantasy I look through.
The singer was born on planet earth,
Though she wore an angel's garb,
To feelings of love, my heart gave birth.
Fate's spear had a cruel barb.
My sleeve worn heart touched a halo's edge,
And my soul burst into flame.
It singed the wings of the angel fair,
With feelings I could not tame.
My starship leaves for its far off home,
But the angel stays behind.
Is my own planet too far to go?
That answer I'll never find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem