just me and you,
do we sit around,
with nothing to be found,
or just go to ground,
with love all around,
its there if we try,
so come on don't be shy,
let your hair down,
and play it by ear,
you may find it here,
with lots of love to spare,
when I run my fingers in your hair,
with all the time to dwell,
it would be so swell,
if you loved me still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Innocent. How sweet. Mohabeer Beeharry