There is a fine line
Between love and hate If so
Then what is to distinguish the two
Is it the way your smile
Lights up my day
The way you
Squeeze my hand
Is it the way you hold me
The way your voice
Lingers in my heart
Is it the way you kiss me
The way my heart skips
A beat when you do
Is it the way you
Look into my eyes
The way I look back
Is it the way god made you for me?
The way I try to but
Can never thank him enough
Is it the way you make me
Want to write about my love for you
Or maybe the smile
You will have when you read this
And it starts over again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there definately is a fine line between them...both make the blood in your head pound...but one is euphoric...as you clearly state here