Two must be one
Ever not be one
Be the train
my friend
I will be the railway for you
be the sky for me
I will be your rainbow
Be the sun
I will be your east way
Be the rain
I will be cascade way
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. William Butler Yeats so sweet and romantic sir bravo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely one to be one is always true well wrote