The footstep's you left behind, I followed them to make you mine. When I finally made you mine. When I really got to know you, I couldn't believe my mind.
When I looked up at the mid-night sky, I asked myself, 'Would he ever do me wrong? ? ? ? ? '
it all depends what he dose next you mite know then or you already fined a clue right in front of you know it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good write....................