Far above the sky behold
In colours many that unfold
A heart for a heart was sold
Bright as diamond pure and bold
Give that all are not same
I held fast to your name
Who am I to select a blame?
Remains in me your old flame
You might have given none
For you that moment has gone
But here I am not yet done
For a part of you I still own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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