We sat and listened to that song
over and over.
You held me close
when we listened to it play,
over and over.
You said you loved me
over and over.
I think of you whenever i hear it
over and over.
And tommarrow when you leave
I'll sit and play that song, and cry
over...
and over...
and over...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heartfelt poem. I like the small amount of repetition, it wraps it up nicely. Great poem. -Kylie M. Lynch