Unconventional love more of the sense of love and
That maybe of cloud it vision lost
Or of lost Amrich?
To be told the truth can a man be lost among the vision
Surely took of faith
Honest is all one can bare
For not if not of sure Wind
If the Pass Is forsaken why do good attendance seem
To fade away If A Man is left of a berthed
Or can one look a long a path
And Honesty to say I have made a mistake
Even I myself even I am not perfect
But as I look among the pass of a path surely someone along the way
Understand a question of bond rich
Love or love we forsake
Traveling from state to state those glum but yet I myself not fully understand
But the thought that ponders day to day why do a man work
The Question answer it’s self
May we or shall we know of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem