A treasure to behold,
and blessing to unfold,
An award to uphold,
Love to no one untold,
Epitome of light so bold,
Your absence brings me cold,
Clay in God's hand for a good mold.
Not in the shop to be sol,
My jewel: just like pure gold u're to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem