Dear My Precious Love
You're always in my head
So I'll give you all I have;
These words of ruby red
Because I'm nothing special.
And that's all I got to give.
So my blood will all be yours.
Cause its you that lets me live.
For blood cannot sustain me.
Not as much as your sweet smile.
I just wish that you could love me
Just to make it all worthwhile
For if I had your love.
To chase away the knife.
And make my world seem better.
I'd have a decent life.
For my passion for the knife
compared to my love for you,
is not nearly so powerful.
so blunt & clear & true
But power is a weird thing.
It doesnt make you strong.
It can't undo the past.
Or correct all of your wrongs.
And my past is quite a story.
To which you are the end.
Because My prescious love.
With you im on the mend.
With you I will get better.
And not be so much a mess.
And all you have to do.
Is just say yes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem