This is love, it cuts through. This is death, it cuts through, the tender destiny
Our destination in grace, in graves of pure romance. The Jewel we live, in life
Many are the wounds, we share not, neither the love we give, it cuts through.
The times, our time to share and give.With reckless love, the knowing child.
The worries, our worries we war through, as warriors, touching lives
I cut through, not without cuts. The life, I keep.The memories I live through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem