I wear a cross around my neck, a reminder to ever be
the man I am, the man I can, the best for me. And she.
I cross my fingers that one day our paths will cross as they did when
we lived and loved in golden time. I cross myself again
and pray for strength and hope in days when the world may cross me in many ways.
Cross my heart and hope to die. Love will find us, she and I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem