In the morning my heart bleeds tears of love, I'm actually afraid of waking up and carry on with life without you. My happiness is beyond self satisfaction but mutual love
Where one doesn't offer resources nor material, but with affection and ambition we drove to future before noon.
Perfection is love that we share, when days are miserable we look upon each other and what we contain, and backfriends keeps on hating nor wondering
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem