He awoke me a dark summer night
His words arose my heart
But he was always out of sight
His soul was like an earthquake
His desire was not that strong
His eyes captured miracles
My brain was yet unfold
His voice would burry mountains
His smile would blind your fears
He is my prince charming
He is my pride and joy
He is the earth that moves me on
To bigger and greater things
His love is made of silk
His intentions partly gold
My skin it trembles when he? s around
I think he? s my only hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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