In my chains,
In my defence,
But with the affection of your love;
For my perceotions are like that of yours!
And, on behalf of you all i do write this message.
Lotto and Louis,
Motto and Morris,
But to the perfection of your love i do write out my muse;
For the rivalry among you are full of the motives of hate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem