Im sorry sir but my heart does not belong to thee
So where does my heart belong?
Much more to whom does it belong?
It belongs to sir Romeo
Im sorry sir but your love is weak.
For sir Romeo lays his hand apon my check
So gently that the moon can not help but peek in broad day light
He who embraces me in his loving arms
and lifts away my tears.
He that lights my path that I may never fall in dark
He that sparks the flames that keep the fire burning
He who's heart belongs to lady Juliet
My heart belongs to Sir Romeo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some of the lines have flare to them, with passion