she slipped her hand
into his
I’m sorry for
the way I’ve been
I really want to
find the place
where our hearts meet
how can we ever give up
when the journey
will mean so much
molding us into who
we were meant to be
I trust the plan
of one who sees
more than I
ever could
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem