Too be loved
Is to be wanted
To be missed
Is to be frozen
Until that ice breaks
Lost in fantasy
Trying to make it life
Painted a perfect picture
But to the world
It just not right
I understand what's to gain
From ending one's life
So baby please dont go
Let's give what we have
And make this love grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, love always wins in the end. A great poem.