Is it good you know you’re safe in my arms?
The cold black night, the secretive stars.
The cool of your breath, hot against mine.
To understand my love, feeling divine.
Is it good to know our heart beat as one?
That my heart will stop when yours is done?
We’re only so young,
With love, our life has begun.
Is it good to know? Is it really good to know?
Is your love true, are you putting on a show?
My heart is something to toy with, please don’t do it.
Even if you aren’t, you’re forever my love, I admit.
Sometimes it’s never good to know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem