Like a painter searching for something perfect for his canvas,
its years that I am searching for you
where you are beautiful in the great memories
and I want to entrust my whole life and everything to you,
where each time when I see you when you visit
I loose more and more of my heart,
where already I hear you in my heart-beat
and you are my bread and butter and my honey-cake,
its years that I am searching for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem