I wanna hold his hand'
and feel how it fits mine perfectly.
I wanna look into his eyes,
and see my future.
I wanna hear his laugh,
like symphony of happiness.
But i'll never be able to comprehend that he feels the same.
I repeat to myself over and over that he likes me,
but instead of being able to grasp that informtion,
I am interrupted by butterflies and giggles.
I wanna hold his hand, look into his eyes, laugh with him and kiss him till I can prove to myself its all true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem