What is the probability that I would again breath
if you should ever wrongfully decide to leave?
There is no chance that without you, I would make it
I give my heart to you, please don't break it!
It's cold and fragile, you must handle with care,
It's in your hands, in need of a gentle repair.
I know i'ts not much but it's all I have to give
Life can be hard, but not when i've got you to share it with!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem