I think I was brainwashed
or maybe hypnotized
my vision never wanders
I'm lost inside your eyes
Would you be my rose
I'll never put you in vase
you are what I need,
but you are also what I crave
You define perfection
a rose with no thorns
like lilies in a valley
skin soft as a newborn
You have beauty like no other
which is one of many things...
that I love about you
You are an angel without wings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem