The time that we pray,
in work and play,
the bustle in our house
each morning and each day,
is the way that life goes.
Still you are dearer to me
than any friend or comrade
and remain my hope and destiny
and in the reality
what really matters
is the relationship between us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what really matters is the relationship between us. .......................... nice lines..I love it