Using your hand, helping, 'your love returns.
I entreat you the sun warms my center.
Staining my window,
clouds white washed away as you watch.
If my true love leaves you alone again
tonight, as for me,
'someone else dug, my grave.
Which some one i think, already is.
onight, as for me, 'someone else dug, my grave.' Which some one i think, already i.......excellent write by imagery yet thought provoking,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Using your hand, helping, 'your love returns.' - wow. such emotions. its really good.10+