I have no other job
And make you rob
As I am totally lost
And remain occupied most
You appear from no where
And I fail to dare
You have knocked me down
I have no sense of my own
You are on my memory print
Ad give always hint
I pick brush
And hopefully finish!
We are yet separate
But may be perfect mate
It is not too late
We shall change imperfect fate
You are everything
For life and its wings
We shall fly high
To look up and try
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No sense of my own, very beautiful sir. thanks.