Here we go to get it all wrong again:
A star-crossed love (that old cliché)
Of joined hands in secret (together anyway)
For two lost girls (mirrors, reflections)
And half a poem (kisses, confessions)
Kisses, she confesses, (two as one)
Reflect her far better than mirrors, (lost and wandering)
And she's glad that you're here, (hand in hand)
In this perfect moment (watching stars fall)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem