You are loved
enchantedly held above esteem
of mere people, who are also loved;
though not as well as you.
With held out chest,
unreserved couth,
no one can ever call your youth
to crumble in any way shoved
below what is true.
Be redeemed enough this day,
then tomorrow,
for sure you'll say,
I've been freed,
by acts of love,
nail to tooth,
I am new.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great title..but i'l be glad to have some translation..nice poem