Considering the thought of her comfort and only,
I worry, indeed, if she thinks I’m not stalling.
To think that her heart is not guarded as closely,
I fear of the one day of it ever falling.
Nor I can prevent the breaking, or shatters,
In spite being present the moment it happens.
The pieces they fracture, and so does her spirit,
And just seconds after, inhibits an absence.
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I would like to translate this poem
Great title for these words. A lovely write also in tribute to Allie.