The distance between our love and forever.
How far our love is strong has grown and ever.
Now eternal pleasance for time no end, no tether.
We help plow the soul of our love for good weather;
allow it to grow in grand grand pleasure.
For when we cry I do not say why,
I just smile to know that love is a thing with feathers*.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem