The blue blue sky. Not nearly as beautiful as your eyes. Me reaching high for your hands above your head. Wishing it could stay like this forever. Hopeing things never change. Us laughing and laying down in the grass, smileing at eachother. You lean in closer and kiss me softly. I smile and kiss you back. Hopeing things never change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem