Ecstasy is how I want to utter
Lame sights that make us flatter
And upon those moments
I gaze by your eyes
Nostalgia that will be
Endless time behind it for our allies
Act all those sassiness out
Never will I be turning my back
Die, but I will never ever be pacing it back
Gags there may be
I guess I have to stare those eyes in thee
A lot thy time for us
Neither thy presence by sight
Nor thy presents not right
Ever I will stare into those eyes
Knocked to your heart if ever we've boxed our cores
And be thy faithful companion
Ride with me wherever I land
Lead me to your world, where we will stand
And let us be thy road, to build our own sand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem