deep and green or shallow and blue
it really dont matter where it comes from
I will always see fear and pain in your
clear colored eyes
from sweet smelling ponds, wonderus far
off seas, to rolling rivers
I will wonder wat i could be
off all the things
i cant see happiness will out you
my baby
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
now now who and what is your happienes..but the poem is great nice use of words