Burn me, kill me,
I'm such a dull,
Then cry for me,
And sad for my soul.
Otherwise, take my hand,
Til the ocean dry and no sand,
Let me to fly,
Like birds fly in the sky.
Your poems kill my heart beat,
I will stay calm and neat,
This is for you, my Shakespeare and i shall not fear,
Even the end of the world is near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem