You want him to
keep staring;
You love his eyes.
You want him to
hold you;
You love his touch.
You want him to
be forever;
You love his presence.
Butterflies float
and frolick inside;
You love the feeling.
You need him to
keep staring;
You love the butterflies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem