Rosalin became my friend,
When I played with her
In the heart of afternoon.
Everyone loved and adored
With too much respect and veneration.
She became grown-up woman.
She was worthy queen of today.
A prince took her hand,
And kept her in his golden heart.
I never lamented
Because I was worthy king of her
With wonderful memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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