Suddenly, i don't know what to say
Sometimes i need to hold on
Sometimes i feel very weak
Sometimes i can't think
I only remember Him
My creator
Who really knows why He made me?
I am not smart
I am not pretty
But He gives me feel to proud for my self
I just afraid that i become arrogant
Because He makes me feel like Princess
He is my Lord
The One who knows my heart
The One who can feel my sorrow
The One who wipe my tears
When i cried while waiting for my husband
near his bed.... Thanks Lord...
For always be there for us
When no one have time for us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice and beautiful lines..................