Cursed with the look from your eyes,
Held tight against your chest,
Trying hard to do your best.
This is your happiness,
Holding me in your arms and not letting go.
This is what you want each day,
Just dont make a price to pay.
I thought this was my happiness,
Being held in your arms,
But it wasn't.
It wasn't happiness i felt,
It was love.
Cursed by your eyes, followed by your soul,
Your grip is tightening more and more,
Im running out of words,
But i know what else i must say,
And thats that i'll love you more each day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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