He is my sweetheart, he is my love. He is my dream, my angle from above. I love him so with all my heart, can never stand to be apart. When i call my love will answer; he will come to me and be with me. 'Till the mornings dew, 'till the rise of the suns grand golden rays, he will be there, with me, always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem