Where are you?
The one I can talk to who really listens.
The one who values my opinion.
The one who makes me laugh?
The one who thinks I'm funny.
The one I can cook for.
The one who has dinner ready (with a candle!)
when I come home.
The one who makes it feel like the first time every time.
We deserve this.
What is your name?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lust is fleeting at best, true love erodes mountains and transcends time. An ideal woman is the soul of brevity, with the heart of a goddess. Why spend a thousand words when so much more could be happening? I spell Samael, , , 'Christopher' : o)