She don't know how much she means to me.
So sometimes she can be real mean to me.
But really, That don't mean a thing to me.
'Cause I know that she don't mean to be_
But Love is something you can feel, Not see.
So I guess it sounds like the wind to me.
I can hear it. In my heart, So easily.
So I guess communication is the key_
But Its warm as a summer breeze to me.
A leaf can leave, But see the Tree in me.
I stand my ground. Now baby breathe for me.
Happy and inlove, Is what we need to be_
Can't describe what your love means to me.
So you just don't understand, no! ...
I don't think you will ever know...
Just How much, YOU mean to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice... can't wait for part 2... Terry