This is a story of a girl
Who knew love and desired
All of it.
She sought love but found
Fractured pieces.
From her father she had neither
She sought it from a mother
But could ask no further.
She sought it from a brother,
A sisterly touch
This void she could not fill.
She sought it from a stranger
And still was no good will.
So as she grew her flowers bloomed.
This love she gave freely
To every sick-heartred soul
The poor, the bastards and
The needy who desired her touch
And still her love was crushed
Then one precious day
A son was borne to her
And all her Joys had come
Her work at last was done
This is a story of a girl
Who knew love and desire love;
Who found love,
Then died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem