They kept asking me why you are special.
Why I never let you go, why I am willful?
I didn’t reply, because they will never understand.
But I smiled thankful for what God planed
You are an island in the middle of a stormy ocean
A fireplace in December when my heart is frozen
This Christmas will be special because you are by my side
A heaven gift that I didn’t thought that one day I will find
Will this dream last till the day I am done with life?
Will your touch wake me from death to make me alive?
Will you never change to turn out to be anther one?
Will you give up on me one day & say I am done?
I am cursed with all those thoughts!
That why people treat me like crackpots
Yes, I am acting crazy because I am afraid
To let my heart be the victim of anther game played
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem