Please put your hands on my shoulder
While standing in the middle of the road
And tell me all your thoughts before you explode
I swear I will keep your story like a folder
Will remind it to you, when your love gets colder
And before I forget, it needs to be told
You are precious to me more than diamond or gold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it. A good write.