Virgil swore he'd never open
Marge's chest where letters kept-
Secrets stored from all her years of life.
But Virgil lied, now Marge was dead-
Virgil opened, broke the lock and opened, Marge's chest
And found there one short note which read:
Dearest Virgil,
This is all I ever wrote.
Yours always,
Marge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short but sweet, for a note of love