Though disturbing, are the things you do,
worse indeed, would be the loss of you.
And love should not hurt, but you make it so,
for the distance between us, does truly grow.
And try as I might, to bring you near,
you greatly mistrust, with much fear.
But helped have I, every step of the way,
and have firmly told death, 'no not today.'
For a time ago, a promise I gave,
that he could have all, that misbehave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem