Awake you are still my dream, a sleep I wait to awake so I may see you as my angel of hope looking down on me.
When I'm feeling low you are my beautiful Dragon of huff that I gather yarn and sealing wax so I may glue together everything about you so I may be forever in your fire breathing passion and fly away into the sunset of One) lust, Two) to be with you and three) that you are my white peace dove that I will always see as my true love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem