Seemingly different, And beautifully pure
And all of the qualities, Continue to lure
Me, to the sight of your angelic grace
Crafted with love, From your toes to your face
I want now to grasp you, I yearn to hang on
Never seeing the sight, Of you to be gone
Never before imagined, But a bond now runs deep
We are still the same people, With a bond now to keep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem