Oh yes,
I do confess,
My love for you,
Is like the ocean blue.
Streaching faurther than the eye can see,
While deeper than both you and me,
This love I have for you.
Your eyes,
Far greater than the sea,
Seem to always be my demise
For I can not just leave them be,
But this should come at no surprise
When you can clearly see
This love I have for you.
And if my end shall come too soon,
My love won't float away
Like some fragile, weak, balloon,
But surley I will find a way -
Even if you are on the moon -
To come to you and say
This love I have for you.
Some day, if we drift apart,
Surely it will break my heart,
But I will always think of you
Looking at the ocean blue.
Still streaching faurther than the eye can see
Deeper than both you and me
This love I have for you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem