My heart is torn in pieces,
Gather them if you can.
For they are very precious,
Covetous to anyone!
Lust has lost its path here,
Innocence is no pride,
But you trod on it and,
Take a smooth, fast stride!
They bear a touch of Heaven,
They keep my love sublime;
Stoop and pick them up in hands,
Let Heart, beat in rhyme! !
This is your masterpiece this is your classic this is you in your element at your poetic most imaginative! You my sincere wonderful magnificent friend...you rock you make the world a better place to call home!
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I would like to translate this poem
This is highly emotional. I think this is a deep personal experience, Great work also