In dreams'
a trespasser takes he r hand.
As he finds out why.
Why does this always happen to me?
Why do i give her a piece of me.
And she walks the
other way.
Way out of sight.
Do you hear her say sweet nothings.
nothing comes with out its price.
Price over love.
And how do you spell lo,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem