I have my head on her lap
Fast asleep I lay without worries
She caresses my hair and looks at me
Touching my face she smiles
A slight laugh wakes me up
I stare up at her and she apologizes
I tell her not to be sorry
But she just blushes
And tells me to go back to sleep
I shut my eyes and place her hand over my heart
I whisper to not be sorry for loving me
And she whispers back she never will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem