The sadness of the past
Has left me now at last
As the singing of the lark
Echoes a fresh start
Your face
Your lips
.
Your touch
Everything about you
I just love so much
.
Your voice
Your shadow
Your stare
Every movement that you make
Makes me aware
That I exist
That I breathe
.
That I love
.
For everytime you 're near me...
I AM ALIVE
The shadows that you cast
Have healed my wounds at last
As the remnants of the dark
Remove in me its mark
matthewedanolivernpalma--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOU DON'T HAVE TO TURN ON THE RED LIGHT