What would be of me
With out you sweet pale skin
What would be of me
With out your smile
If your green eyes like two shining emeralds
didn’t look at me the same
What would be of me
If the valleys and hills of your body
Were explored by another’s hand
What would be of me
If your heart were to beat to the drum of another
What would be of me
If your hands didn’t caress my skin
If your lips were to drink from another watering hole
What would be of me
If you were to rip me from your heart and cast me into oblivion
What would be of me
Without your love
Well I simply wouldn’t be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem