I'll carry you oh love of mine.
Never you forget,
I: the apple of your eye.
I: your only pet.
When my Heart does ache for touch:
Look I'll to the sky.
Fly: you'll to your sweet demise.
Fly: you'll right to I.
lovely little dity there is something quite appealing about your work, something old yet fresh plus i thiink you carry a poets name! regardo Vincent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, the style is different, I love it and added my 10 to it.