G-irl, you're next to none,
L-ady with a pure heart;
O-pen arms night and day,
R-eceiving those who fall apart.
I-t's you that's next to none, your life is beautiful;
A-pril twentieth Thursday, the sun soothes your soul.
B-rave beyond compare,
A-s the cowardice is gone;
L-ove of God is foremost,
A-s you are next to
N-one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another marvelous, acrostic, dear Bernard...10+++++