The way she smiles in a bright sky,
The way she glows in my eyes,
The pride in her step,
The power in her stride,
I ask one thing,
If I ask at all,
How many times do I have to fall,
In love with you face,
Cause that's all you have,
Your hearts a disgrace,
And if I had to pick one,
I'd rather pick none at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
marvelous feelingful flowing lines~nb