My Love
I long to be beside my love,
whoever she may be,
A precious soul, with a heart,
That has room for only me,
She would love me without question,
Hold my hand, and want my attention,
Understand my faults, my quirks,
Dry my tears, accept my funny ways,
In return she would have my love,
until the end of my days.
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I would like to translate this poem
Depth of love is portrayed here nicely. Touching expression. Thanks for sharing.