seasons cry
to make me silent
and you stood silent
so cruel...
do you think me ugly
or a prostitute
please dont
I am not such
just, I love you much
and, yeah, for forever
Love is a many splendid thing that can grow and grow. I hope yours does.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
always giving and not recognized must be hard for a heart so willing.