Anytime I have a precious item in my grasp,
I have a fear the whole thing could collapse.
It's as if everything is too good to be true,
like life has gifted me a small clue.
Stating that it will never last,
and when it breaks you can't hold onto the past.
But yet I love what I have and have taken in for granted before,
this time I pray our relationship won't go out the door.
For I love him dearly,
every time I see his beautiful face it's hard for me to grasp reality clearly.
His eyes lock me in a heavenly trance,
feeling his hair against my cheek as
I hug him ever so tightly makes me wish to dance.
He's all I v'e got and all I want,
when I say I love him all my friends just grunt.
I don't want to ever lose him again,
last time it drug me into an awful depression
I will never mention for the sake of my grin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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