The thought of you and me sounds silly to see.
So show me some real love,
Like in those glossy magazines.
The real love in movies,
The imagination and the heart.
Dont give up on me just yet cause you hold the keys -
The keys that fit my love,
My marriage and my future.
So cherish the moments, they'll fit just like a jigsaw.
We're two crazy dreamers out living our life,
You're not only a keeper, but a fighter.
All mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem