You are a myth
and every day
your father and I write
your mythology.
Chapter and verse it,
goes on and on.
Why not? You're not real.
But in our hearts,
and hopes, and dreams.
You're a legend - don't laugh.
The lady in the lake.
Aphrodite.
The sweetest sound
who called the young sailors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem