when you bid me goodbye
there was no way to tell
in that precise moment
if you were more intellegent
or more beautiful
than anyone else existing on this earth
but I know, from your eyes
and the casual, sorrow filled
raised hand
that you are mine
and mine alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really, really enjoyed this one. great write. :)