The breeze over the pages
tells a story about one heart
and one more.
About a look and a smile
About a dance in the sun
And a dance in their eyes.
About a kiss that feels like ocean
And 3 words that taste so sweet.
There is a flower and it blooms,
in the sand,
in their eyes.
There is a flower that will die...
Those lips, they know they'll say goodbye.
My summer love the winter came
The cold wind scattered us away...
The fire burned to ashes,
Forgeting our hearts.
Do angels cry when lovers die?
I feel their tears fall from the sky...
But although cold took you away,
my memory will always stay.
Within a flower, in a book
that tells a story about one heart
and one more...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem