2 People,
1 Tragedy.
With love as high as a steeple,
but not meant to be.
Love is a strong thing,
we can do anything with it on our side.
We could forever sing,
or we could fly high into the sky.
Even change ourselves,
be who we need to.
Make new shelves, for our new story,
do whatever asked of us to do.
But forever under the spell of love.
Forever to be at someone's will.
Always to be happy,
our promise to seal.
Love is out there.
I have faith.
No matter where,
I'll reach with 2 hands.
To grab my destiny and hold it tight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem