Brown eyes stare into my sweet dream
and I look into your face with light and glee
and I wonder if I should let you know,
But I love to think about it,
and I cant let this picture go
This dream is going on and on
and you glimpse at me with a smirk
and it simply feels so good it hurts
and I will stare then blink
to make sure this is reality
and I just go about this thought and
see that maybe, just maybe, this is more than wishful thinking..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem