We knew.
We did have a clue.
So, in the stew
We threw
One heart saintly true,
One Shakespearian shrew,
To Tracey another flew.
And to form she grew,
A life somewhat askew,
At times to coo,
At others to rue,
An emotional zoo.
And finding we now do
Dread the eventual adieu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like an emotional stew. Great lines. Gave ya a ten. Great poem. God bless all poets-MJG.