Too many stories, too many memories
Too many People and too many worries
I wish I could let my brain go numb
And to my fears, I never succumb.
I dream to look at my past
And never go aghast.
I dream to live this hour.
And never ever cower.
All these dreams come true
when your arms are around me.
Worries, so far and few
And all the fears flee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a v cute poem, .......