i feel your eyes brush
my face again before
you walk up stairs; fade
into darkness of dream
leaving a picture cast
in my mind forever last
you have a good look at me
so do i that makes me happy
you have burn mark my soul
tie yellow ribbon so beautiful
i come to you when it gets cold
peacefully in your loving fold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem