Then there are these ones, these quiet gems,
who,
Were... and are so good for you, your hold-together
glue,
And though you wandered, went away, and
you
Lost yourself, and were lost to them, to their
view,
They'll be there when you wander back, come back
into
That place that was just yours and theirs, you
two,
And they'll tenderly hold your hand, with not much
ado,
And gently, lovingly show you the way back to...
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem