You said you love me.
That you would die for me.
And because of your death.
I would be set free.
You said when you're gone.
We would keep in touch.
This could be done.
Through prayer and such.
And when you come back.
You would take my hand.
Not only as my savior.
But as my best friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem