I fancy her ways,
she means alot to me like i mean to her,
even birds of the sky sings when
she moves,
she planted her heart under my care,
she prayed to me but we both prayed to
GOD,
she is my missing rib not that i lost one
but i need more.
I fancy her eyes,
she means what i means to life,
she is my mother, father,
nd sister, she can't be my brother because
i'm her only brother.
I don't know how to say this;
she has to be Mary and i hav to be Josphe,
we have to bring forth a son.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem