He sleeps besides her in the bed
Upon her trust she holds his head
Words of love come out instead
For he departs away in the Morn
"O Lord you're mine so good and kind"
He came a storm in her mindless mind
A gem so true she never would find
For he submits to Her in the Morn
A feel of the gift in her motherly womb
She weeps a fall in the time of his doom
Their life to be dreary, dark and gloom
For he fares her well away in the Morn
"O Lady you're mine forever I court
A smiling adiós' just bit of a sport"
His lips conjoin with curve of a sort
When he departs away in the Morn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem