The sands of time are a torturous device.
We have a trial period in order to suffice.
The feeling of love is set on a time limit.
You must be 1 for this long to have it.
Love is to be free from all cares.
To have long competitions of love stares.
To lay her head on my chest.
Ooh, I like that one the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem