I've heard you...
I've Loved YOU...
I've smelled you...
I've seen you...
For You...
I've almost tasted death
For in Love with You...
Still, I've never Tasted
You...In Love....
My LOVE for you..
Have dried...
For the last two lines... Here's some moisturizer for your 'dried' love for 'whoever.' Ingreds: -a smile -a hug -some understanding/empathy -an endless, and seemingly UNSATASFYING (?) apology
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is still time and more oppurtunities, Blue Angel.. hugs, Meggie