I once read a poem,
Annabel Lee.
It was at the bridge
Where I read Annabel Lee.
My heart was moved
When I read Annabel Lee.
Though I was a strong man,
I was broken when I read Annabel Lee.
I felt the loss, I felt the pain
When I read Annabel Lee.
My thoughts later birthed a child
And I named her Annabel Lee.
My life truly changed
When I read, Annabel Lee.
My happiness was taken away,
Like the corpse of Annabel Lee.
I imagined this poem, Annabel Lee
I lived in this poem, Annabel Lee.
Like Edgar Allan Poe, I also loved
This maiden, Annabel Lee.
So when I became a woman,
My name became Annabel Lee.
The soul was mine
But my body was Annabel Lee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem