I want to be your beautiful girl.
I want to be your hand to hold.
I want to be your love, your last.
I want to be your half, in gold.
I want to be your final thought.
I want to be your waking sight.
I want to be your sand by day.
I want to be your glass by night.
I want to be yours.
To be yours
I want to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem