In life or in death together
love is a beautiful bonding
thing
Being in one
and just one being
Love is blind
when it comes to seeing
It might be the blood that flows
but its the heart that knows
what causes our pain
what makes us cry
and that life might be
the only death that we die
because love down deep
it don't never sleep!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem