There's a sercet that I hold,
I hide as if this sercet may kill me,
it's locked into my emotion's
emotion's that I wish you could read
I feel as tho my eyes are giving the sercet away
the sercet grows stronger within me,
a dream
a bubble
a castle in the air
the fantasy
the imagination
but your always there
a ring
a dress
a kiss and many vows
the big day I see
is you and me....
We're new
we're fresh
we're you and me
Thee Mr. & Mrs. to be....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem