A new dawn of day
better wish
for the morrow
My Queen
I cannot find
a way to
so sing
No more of
such
sorrow about
yesterdays
today
Regrets most to
do I so have
will she come
on the morrow
Tackle box neatly
laid with her
finger tips
afraid not
like most
Lioness her
self
if but that I
truley knew
then on the
morrow
a sunflower
again
I would see
that
as a mate
I still miss
Her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and she does to, she may deny it but how could not miss one with such kind words as you.