How precious is too precious, just
too wonderful to keep?
Too precious to see the light of sun, or
hear laughter in its purest form
to be in the presence of others.
Too precious
Precious enough to want to hoard its
beauty, to be viewed by one, and only one
To be lonely, alone... alone!
Lovely, only to lose its lackluster, just
too precious to be enjoyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem