Amber I must rest
Life is fleeting at its best
You made my life simple
life with no strife.
But Amber I must rest.
Run like the mare with the amber colored hair
Like you do every day
In your own special way.
I used to fly
Before I could run
Remember to run straight into the sun
for love shines on our lives.
Always believe the lovers
And the prize we receive
When life is a child you love so madly
In your own special way.
when we love we give
When we give we love
Who, s to say we are right or wrong
You are right to love the wrong
So run like a deer in fear for its foal
Run for your life and the young and the old
You are loved and rewarded
By God this Christmas day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem, a good read