The Earth revolves around the Sun...
But this is no fun:
She’s reaped and sowed, she’s cut and mowed
She’s ravaged and sold
You never let her stay cold…
The only thing she receives;
Is the warmth of your heart
Rest assured;
It keeps her going…
But never a chance to come near you
She’ll be scorched by your flames! !
And all your tall claims..
Of loving her will fall hard and bite the dust...
And yet,
You still need HER to create
The Aurora Borealis…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem