I heared what you said.
I'm not the silly romantic you think.
I don't want the heavens or the shooting stars.
I don't want gemstones or gold,
I have those things already.
I want a steady hand and a kind soul.
I want to fall asleep and wake, knowing my heart is safe.
I want to love and be loved!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem