the heart wants, something to hold,
some one to love,
a reason to beat,
another drum, that its own sound can synch too.
a hunt,
the game is afoot,
i will find that passion, where ever it hides.
you are what i want,
and until, thine eyes lock with mine.
dance with me, tell me im beautiful,
be that which i desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem