Pure
this birthday girl of golden starlit eyes
asks thy shining star to carry her far away
as she lay her head to dream of knight
in hopes no other door to implore
would keep thy love from thee
or tarry in flight hearts man of might
spill songs of soon will go to her
for as she waits her love stays pure
a two forever shall we endure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem