Quiet as the day is still
Still as the water is calm
I sit at the edge of the steepest hill
And look down apon my palm
There lies the proof you'll need
To see the full truth of my love
And embedded in my palm lies indeed
The sacred mark of the long lost myth
Written in old english says
'Through cracked hearts lies the truth
Of the lost love you've searched for days'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem