It's misty shades in chilly morning haze
It's angry shades of fiery autumn blaze
It's shivers in the desperate caress
That makes me worthless
It's sunny depths along the slender limbs
It's pure sweetness and heart-breaking dreams
It's charm and silk and arrogance and style
That makes you worthwhile
It's doors and paths we open and we tread
All things that'll never stand us in good stead
It's how we'll always go another mile
That makes it worthwhile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem