You are my life, my love
Everything to me
Waiting to meet you
Dreaming day and day
Wanting to be help by you
Spending our lives together
forever
Knowing that we both
Are waiting until I
turn eight-teen
Waiting stinks but it
has to be done
Dreaming,
Wishing,
Knowing,
That you will come
and sweap me off my feet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i see a theme in your poems its kinda like my cutter poetry except happier my dear