Love a feeling of being me,
being adored
oh, love the thought of being exposed
and to hide nevermore
Love a kiss of a rose so red and pure
Love a remedy to my soul, my only kind, my cure
Love, the feeling of drowning
with the faintest heartbeat
and to relive again with her
and reveals herself as she speaks
Oh love, is me
Love is blue with a hint of gold
Love is her and me dancing to the rhythm of our souls
Love is a memory
Love is me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so ur a memory....of love...that's soooo cute!