The summer of 94 was a dream that i just couldn't wake up from
the warm air his arms around my body and the tender kisses up and down my neck
the music of lovers in love and the nights of dreams that only one could wish for
flames from a fire we built on one night of passion and the desire to speak only throw the eyes of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem