He wondered...How many moments have we shared together...in all of our days and our years?
How many touches...and whispers...and hugs...how many smiles and tears?
How many times have we said, ‘I love you'...out loud or in the midst of a rhyme?
And he wondered...perhaps that's what love is...losing track of how many times?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem