Everything I behold,
Forever it is gold.
Striving to find somthing so pure,
My troubling eyes has no cure.
Everything I hath never last,
My bliss bust badly,
Now narrowness cover me up,
I no more want to hath anything.
My love is of devine,
True fondness I design,
'I love you'she mime.
So sad love is blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem Tshepo.Thanks for sharing