eyes so blue
and cold as ice
until you knew
they really werent
Someones wish
was only your pleasure
finding the person
you've been waiting for
and all the memories
were to much
to shove
into one box
finally a white
dress, and a black
suit. will your feet
be in a bucket of ice
surrounded in a room
of flowers and balloons
'it's a girl'
will that be
the happiest day?
and the list spills
off the page
when still
there is so much left
to say....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem