His words persuaded me, his eyes integer me, hid hands lead me, his heart stole me, but his soul loved me.
There were clouds as far as the eye can see. But he saved me. Cleared the dust from these old do eyes, and painted a smile. Till I s perfect he loved me... I had everything but me. Why couldn't I see it was he who helped me be...?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem