You gave me sunflower,
The next day a rose.
The strength and the power,
Glad we’re not foes.
The crown and the glory,
Winners will not win.
For it to be Holy,
One must gave a fin.
A ghost on forever,
An angel for a second.
You leaves me never,
Though this is not almond.
Is it irreplaceable?
I guess indeed.
‘Cause we’re comfortable,
In uttering Apostle’s Creed.
Inch by inch,
I am in heaven.
‘Till I experience lynch,
Hope I am not forgotten.
I already see who I am,
For my eye is your eye.
And tomorrow may not come,
‘Cause today, I’ll die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Nice Expression