All pretty maids and flowers fade
and treasure chests will rust
abundant pantries soon turn bare
and love may end as lust
In golden days of heady youth
quite heedless in my haste
I often spurned and broke the hearts
of lovers I dared chase
How foolishly tossed to the winds
were precious coins of care
till in the end I ended up
alone and despair
All pretty maids and flowers fade
and treasure chests will rust
yet none can use up God's great love
the one thing we can trust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A book of your spiritual pieces would be great, like a bible in poetry format, 'none can use up God's great love'!