Your eyes that haunt me while I sleep
Your smile that has been tattooed on my mind
Your voice that is forever a melody
Inspiring me in all I do.
Wondering through every part of me
I ask, why must it be?
That I have fallen faster than I should.
Loving someone who can't be.
Your actions are praised
Your name is well spoken of
I'd give all I can
But I am doubtful of the outcome
Dreaming higher than I usually do
I smile to myself when I speak to you
See how one girl blushes
How she smiles and blushes for you.
A cornucopia of pictorial depiction highlights this resplendent work...Solid Write, young lady, indeed! ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Sir Frank: D