How could you know..
well you wouldn't ok..
i know..still.
To sleep, in linings of,
i have to cover my self..
with your picture..
You blushes me terribly....
i confess this..
as you..as you
will never know it..ok..
you slow my heart where i,
can wrest that state of grace
you give to one like me..
In my dreams just come.. ok...
Still there you never smile to much..
tw..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmn....its free to dream the girl you long for...ha ha! let it be..