What shall I give you for your birthday,
My loving faithful wife.
Perhaps a beautiful sports car,
Or perhaps a sharpened knife.
What shall I give you for our anniversary,
My trusted loyal spouse.
Perhaps a new gold wedding ring,
Or iron bars for the outhouse.
What shall I give you for Christmas,
My devoted trouble and strife.
Perhaps the corpse of your lover,
Who tried to take my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Darkness is your cover and life.
Not as dark as a false rhyming name who cowardly hides offline.