I thought about the roses you gave me every week
I thought about the kisses on my cheek
I thought about the whisper when you thought I was asleep
Then I smiled cause then I think about the next person I'll meet
Even when I'm all covered in scars
I'm still willing to pour my heart on the next you
Even when I'm bleeding through the war
I still believe the right one will come to the rescue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem