we walked into the garden of love
saw things we shouldn't have
she was out stretched under a tree
and there were graves were flowers should be
well im crawling cuz she is honest and half way out the door
im calling but shes fading on her way to love
' well come on say it, come on say it to me now '
' well come on say it, come on say it to me now '
well im crawling cuz she is honest
' come on say it to me now '
im falling 'love'......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem