There is a castle on a hill that is inside my heart,
and in a room way up stairs and to the side
behind the door on the floor underneath a bed
resides my love for you that lives, no its has not died
I keep it there so I can cry when I feel for you now and then
sometimes I die for you and then I live again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning piece Paul...beautiful...Fi 10+++