Take my hand
and do not think of the things that will make you sad
nor bother about the people will say
Take may hand
and look into my eyes
the eyes that sees you as a precious stone
Take my hand
and you will see me everyday
Until my hair turns gray, I am still at your side
Take my hand
and I will hold it tight
just as we hold each others hand for the very first time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem