I have stolen thee
Not once but twice,
From everyone even me
By every double rolled dice.
For thee my love
Who captureth thy soul,
From a faint whisper of above
Leaving me to pay the toll.
I give you the hint of life
Only in return of fate,
To stop all the strifes
And put everyting, except me and you, on wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another fine eloquence! wonderful! 10+