Scenes of tomorrow, a cause at least to follow
Strives of the gone days, our hearts have they mellowed
Faith in the birth of renewed passion, hope portrayed by our present entwinement
Confidence in the approaching unknown, love-bond anticipated of the next zone
Although the thorns of yesterday clings still to our skin,
We will make it to our own, my dear and only queen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem