It is ghosty to tell her tales of love
Sweet with aloes from acrostic memories
she is the beautiful one with granges smiles
So alive and well that her memories feeds
All alive in the winds and tides of mind
When alone you hear her calling from
his thoughts with greeted smiles of love
she is magical and sweet to love
No default she arose from the angels
Who cares if she reigns in hell
even when she yell and fades away
her ashes were honour in his reins
treasured in this jar of carter soul
as mon amie forever, beyond time and space
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem