My Love is the one, who smiles with me,
When all the day is done.
My love is the one, who loves me back,
With wild abandon.
My love is the one, who sees me,
And loves me anyway.
My love is the one, who knows me inside out,
And thinks I am special, everyday.
My love knows my heart, my dreams and fears,
And strives to make it all worthwhile.
My love is the one, who makes my heart sing,
As if my life has just begun.
For Robert Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last two lines are like a Fairy Tale, Yet everyone needs something to believe in right?