Your eyes are blue.
Your skin is warm.
And I'll be true to you.
Woman, I'm in love with you.
Woman of Dark Desires
Woman of Eternal Beauty
the night the storm it came.
Rain... was pulling on her hair.
woman is Marple.
Woman, woman, not always famous like Mona Lisa
women bring you ever to woman to love.
she loves all the time; she wants her chance to love.
Your hair's so soft
I want your hair.
My love is deep.
My love is true.
artist jrain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem