She’s the most beautiful whom you can’t stare
To catch whose lovin’ eyes you’d never dare
Whose lovely face makes eternal joy spring
Whose sweet smile love to your throbbin’ heart brings.
Sweetest is her silence which you couldn’t stand-
Leaves you dreaming of those good times again
Brings mem’ries you try to forget in vain
Which spark love in your heart, though mixed with pain.
Gravest is the sorrow which you didn’t share
Deepest is her furrow for whom you care,
And darkest seems the day when God wasn’t fair
And tempted you down this road of despair.
To her belongs your heart who won’t take it
So you’ll walk alone though you won’t make it
For you’re meant for her, the queen of our heart
Who lives in you even when she departs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem