Oh darling, I remember when you first touched my hand.
It was the best feeling in the land.
Into my body your touch sent sparks.
Your love arrow had reached its mark.
Your love touch is magic sweetheart.
I knew that you were my one and only from the start.
If I live to be one hundred years.
Nothing will ever tear us apart my dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem