Your hair, your, face, your eyes?
That make me do the things I do,
And send my thanks up to the skies.
Is it your heart? Is it your soul?
The smile upon your face?
You are the one I long to hold,
And wish to be, no other place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Someone can just grab our hearts and just make us feel so good. A great poem.