I could write a poem for you,
But I'd rather show what's true.
When I look in your eyes,
There's no way I can disguise.
The way that I feel,
It's not a dream it's so real.
I'm drawn by your presence,
Your beauty and elegance.
The shine of your face,
Sings of your grace.
A fool for this feeling,
It's you who I'm needing.
Wrapped in this thought,
I've been trapped, I've been caught.
Not sure what to call this,
I stand in awe of your bliss.
Can't make a decision,
I'm frozen in confusion.
It has to be something,
If not I am nothing.
Will you be mine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem