Treasures, the memories by the
sea, the things that should forever
be.  Having nothing but the 
dream I often wonder why I walk
alone when I could be free.  The 
chance to love has left me with 
nothing that I can claim as true.
Longing for more than the 
passions of the night, I now in 
this verse lament.  Trying to see, 
I bow my head and find mercy.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem