Grant me another moment
to makeup for my inconveniences
that broke our ties apart.
Our destiny is to be together
yet we utter less to one another
let's make things right again
and meet our desires.
We ain't islands
that your hand means nothing to me
you've made me cross seas
and I ain't ready to loose you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem