My Love,
we're faraway, but tied from afar.
Distance is momentary,
sparkling a moment it be.
And when the night is over,
morning comes over,
I'll be be there knocking on your window,
along with the sunshine's flow.
very pretty i love the flow of this poem.. Great piece Krista
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good, Kite...love the last line especially.