talking to you
is something i love to do
being with you is something i need
something that makes my heart speed
seeing your face
makes my heart beet at a faster pase
hearing your voice
just knowing loving you was my choice
my heart's in your hands
not that you made those plans
but neither did i
so i love you why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem