I hope to make you read this
I hope to be a realist
I want you to have to deal with
exactly how I feel this
I want my words to soul kiss
your lips flutter to utter
my words will rap around us
my heart will turn to star dust
you have my love so tethered
your an angle pure and feathered
I've only words to tell of
my pathetic soul is in love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(now it is finished)