No other name would i want next to mine
in the heart i carved in the tree
Because no one else could hold me so tight
to make me feel so free
No other hand in the world could hold mine
and make my heart soar
No other face would i rather see
when i open my front door
No other way would i spend a day
except next to you
Because not a thing in the world
could make me feel what you do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely worded. Great meter, very sweet piece.