He wants to be with you,
This bad boy he is.
The people know that he would die for you,
The townsmen want him for what he has done.
The sky is falling,
The angels are crying.
They seem to be shouting and yelling,
He loves you.
Go to him and he will confess his sins,
Without you, he is as good as gone.
you are his goddess, for him to bless,
You are his angel, you are his passion.
You are beautiful like cherry blosoms,
You are his reason for existance.
Without you he cannot bear another instance,
He is i,
And i would die just to be with you and to say: 'i love you'
Written by Guillaume Proulx, For
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem