A little laugh
a little spark
a little soul
a little heart
forgive and forget
you wont regret
dont look but see
what comes to thee
Slowly a flame..
begins to aim..
towards the soft part..
inside my heart..
Dont not fear
what may appear
take it slow
dont move to fast
some things end
but some things last
dont look but see
what comes to thee
Slowly a flame..
begins to aim..
towards the softest part..
inside my heart..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem