To love you, what is it to love you?
The Joys, the excitement, the uplifting rush.
It's the hush in the night, in the quiet moonlight.
It's in the day that all seems to crumble.
I will always love you.
To love you, is to love you the way you are,
not to change any of you.
For I fell in love with the way you are,
To love you.
I love when you hold me, tender and near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem