When I tried to envision, all my desires,
Into a vessel, of pure imagination,
It seemed to break me, with unrealistic expectations
Until I met you.
A river flowing, with dandelions, white as snow
Something, I have always wanted, Something
That feels like home, a warm campfire, that
Slowly crackles, piercing the silent night,
With sprinkles, of bliss,
You, Julia, are all I've ever wanted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem