You do to me,
what you want me to do
to you, all the time.
The things you do,
are the things I want
our music rhymes.
Come and be,
what I want you to see
we have time.
Underground,
is a river that runs
never dry.
Letting go
is the hardest thing
love is cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem