This poem is dedicated to the love of my life.
Someday in the future, she will be my wife.
With all my heart, I know this dream will come true.
Will it be someone from the past or someone new?
She might have blue eyes or maybe they'll be brown.
One thing's for sure, our love will be as a jeweled crown.
First, we’ll be friends who simply enjoy being together.
From that foundation, we will make our own weather.
Rain, sun, sleet, or snow, it's passion that makes us glow.
As our families combine, love will spread and grow.
One more line and the manager poet will be through.
I am writing this poem to someone - is it you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem