i forgot the pieces that wouldn't fit
-as you fed my hope and smiled for me-
you held my hands and kissed my lips
-though your actions lied to some degree-
we danced the night without regret
-it tasted like my sweetest dream-
(11/29/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like a golden rendevous of nostalgic sweetest impact..........comes out of the brain frame.Sweet writes Amanda.