A-t last I've made it,
R-ight here for the glory;
M-aking another acrostic
I-s creating the
E-cstasy.
A-t last I've made it,
N-ow that the dawn breaks, ;
D-ay thirteenth October
I-s mending the hearaches.
L-et the words warm you,
A-llow them to comfort;
U-se them for pleasure,
R-ealizing the effort.
E-xcitement is brought to the one that I greet;
N-ice rhyme is penned, at last I've made it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem