Tiina Poem by Ari Alsio

I respect you,

up to the end,

and I know how,

bread is made.

 

You are the stylish woman

I'm going to get the sun under the arm,

I always love you, my wife,

I love, I grab your arms.

 

A captivating smile,

you are really nice Tiina,

and you are not humble lamb,

my own heavenly girl.

 

Life is not an illusoryillusion,

I don´t still promise no rose garden

where there would be many needles,

life with you is totally incomparable.

 

You have a beautiful character and cheeks,

life becomes just touch,

even the glow of sun glow is unhope,

and you, like flowers, you cry my brother's murder.