I want to be the tame Indian summer day
(in the middle of the felicitous autumn)
And give to you the best of both worlds
(the cordial warmth and the magnificent tones)
I want to be the sun
That sheds light on your smile,
As well as, adopts you
As the center of my universe
I want to be the sky
You admire dearly
(to present the idea that life has no limits)
I want to be the wind
That sweeps through your soft hair
And sweeps you off your feet
I want to be the cloud
That breaks your descent
And holds you up to the world
And lastly...I want to be your world
('cause you're already mine...
and I love you for it!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a refreshingly lovely poem Michael!