Her absence, was heartbreaking as she was lone
There she would lie till sunset, on the lawn
Longing to see her face before dawn
Friends they were both
As though a couple in troth
With her, they have toured the house and run
Smiling and jubilating as though a sister and nun
Sad I am catophobic and lone
Though heart not as hard as thigh bone
For it bleeds with the creature's love
And prays to almighty above
To grant her people who would care for
Her and show her love more
Her memories will remain bold
As tons of thousands of gold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem