Girl, I need to tell you, you’ve been on my mind
All the time, rain, hail, or shine
Walking hand in hand slowly through the park
Carving our initials into bark
Chasing shadows like ninja in the rain
And home again
You’re my best friend, when
You hold me close and never let me go,
The feeling grows
For the more you know, the more you give, to me
And when hurt rolls in on the wings of Thor
To mark our lives
With pain remorse and jealous times
You brush them aside
And hold me close and never let me go
For the more you know, the more you give to me
Making love in a phone booth in parliament
Or on a plane, a train, a some secluded beach at sunset
You’re my best friend, when
You hold me close and never let me go,
The feeling grows
For the more you know, the more you give, to me
And when hurt rolls in on the wings of Thor
To mark our lives
With pain remorse and jealous times
You brush them aside
And hold me close and never let me go
For the more you know, the more you give to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem