I could roll over you,
like thunder and hard falling hail,
but I would rather land on your lips,
so softly like a butter fly,
would land on them,
and after the chase,
hold you in my warm embrace,
and just love you,
like only I can,
until the bitter end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah! I love it! I hope she does too!