Trying to hold on so I don't slip
Yet I still go and lose my grip
I expected it to hurt, much to my surprise
I was caught by those beautiful blue eyes
Looking deeply into those eyes so true
With wonder if this love is true
Though I hope it is with all of my heart
I pray on the day that we are to part
That who-ever is the first to go
The other will definitely know;
There is not a single mistake
In all of those that God must take
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem