Let them call you by various names
But you're my Lonestar
Among the myriad stars
In the firmament!
Touch me slowly
As this old tree would be collapsed!
Sleep underneath my shady tree
And I send you the sweet dreams.
Sorry, I cannot bear fruits
But I have the faith
And look after you well
Until they take me for Firewood!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem