i dont know much
except that when youre here
i know no fear
each time we touch
time stands still
i give in to your will
like a chils, i trust in you
your love is an aphrodisiac
and i, a happy addict
i created a perfect heaven
where there are no goodbyes
but what happens
when reality sets in
i try to run but i cant win
its true then my love
youre too good to be true
but for now at least
please let me dream on in peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The creation of a perfect heaven...an imagination of the heart's most profound desires... the climax, a state that's 'Too Good To Be True'...and then the abruption of reality...the return to emptiness. Nice job, Yvonne!