Girl, when we lay next to each other under the moonlight
There is nothing but magic in the air between us
We build each other up a great deal
Such a sweet and loving tenderness
The fire and desire is always there
Whenever we hold one another
Our touch is pure and golden
With us two, we make each other better
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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