Was it the innocence in your eyes?
or was it the fullness of your heart?
I loved the little mischief moments we had
truly, my partner in crime
you wove your way into my heart
and in yours, I stole in kind
I cant fully comprehend why
but your name is carved inside
I cant let go of you my Clyde
I hope you don't give up on me my love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its really a nice poem but that’s chaos