The way that I love him is unpredictable,
My emotions are unbarrable,
The way I love him
Is unpreparable.
The way I love him
Is in my own way,
I love him if he were poor,
Or even arrested every day.
The way I love him
Has no explaining,
It is too hard to explain
The way I feel about him.
The way I love him
Is by the beauty of his passionate soul,
The way I love him
Will never be told.
I love him
in so many ways,
The way i love him
Can be told on thousands of pages.
The way I love him
Is not by his look,
But bu the way that he holds me and loves me
For who I am.
The way I love him
Is only known to him,
Because the way that I love him,
is the only way I will ever love him,
being in love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem