A perfect mix or perfect fit
with words that makes each of us tremble
knowing what heaven needs standing on top of its grounds is an angel
making your beauty so unexplainable,
gifts or promises never being enough
seeing you for who you really are and never for who your not
having words the only thing that can be expressed but having me stuck
closing my eyes wanting that touch that gives me that destiny in me
if you give me a chance to hold your hand
tell you what you want to hear how this can become one heart
and last forever......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words have an honest bearing