Stars dots the skies
like tiny candle lights that lights up a dark hall
I lay on this soft grass
And the sweet sweet smell of rose flowers
All these are wonderful
But not a feeling closely as beautiful as when I am
With this young man lying peacefully beside me
Holding me tight in his arms
Guarding me with his heart
Look at him steal my heart away yet glad that he did
He is my own man
Nothing makes this night anymore perfect
And I keep thanking my stars
That I found him first
The day I met him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem