The first time I saw her, beautiful hair, gorgeous eyes, perfect from head to toe I couldn't help but wonder will she be mine. The days past soon became years, she is stil beautiful but still not mine. Forever the hope I dream of her holding my hand as I kiss her cheek, the days are forever when I look into her eyes. If not a dream but reality I want her to be mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem