Watching the world
With fresh cold air
Right next to my girl
and without a care
Is love this blind
Or is this what I see
I don't want to find
The sting of a bee
but those flowers are so beautiful to me now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and to the point was this piece of yours. Love does do that sometimes to us. It makes us forget what we're doing.