The fear of losing you equals the love I have for you
Never before have I had this feeling (whatever it is)
Take my hand, my love
All I have is yours
Comfort me when I am scared
Hold me when I’m alone
Shelter me from all evils
And I will give you so much in return
Love me all that you are able and I can ask no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem