Poem IV.

[Guest Janka]

There´s no one heard of my heart´s cry,

it can´t stop sound until I die,

though I shout of my whole lungs,

there´s no one felt of such strong thumps.

 

Every one is such alone,

living daily on his own,

till the love may cross the street,

makes you hot from top to feet.

 

Love is such a special thing,

let it in the heart such ring,

make it happen to be the worth,

take away everything worst.

 

Flowers will be bloom again,

forget almost your every pain,

listen to the singing birds,

don´t think of it so much hurts.

 

We´re not so slight and poor,

together knock on heaven´s door,

I´m yours and you´re mine,my only sun,

all that we´re living for,my sweetest Jan.

 

Janka