the sparkle in his eye
may make you want to die
the way he tucks your hair behind your ear
may make you draw back in fear
the way he wipe the tear off your cheek
may make you unable to speak
the way he slowly leans in
may make your head spin
when he pulls away
forever you'll want to stay
first loves
like doves
may part
with your heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem