here lies the body of the purest son
who died before the world was born
who came to be in times forgot
and in these times, he still lives on
in psyche born and legend bred
he'll always live inside our heads
and as the closest to him see
he's what we want, but cannot be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awwwwwwwwwww yes he can....living inside anothers head is next to immortality. Grinning at you, immortalising and vice verse allegedly, Tai, , lol