He writes with thoughts and memories
Much like the ones of you
Desires to be near and close to
Every part thats true
Its like a romantic movie
A gift thats yet to unfold
A prince charming waiting
Only for your hand to hold
Its that faithful impression
The one that you find so sweet
The longing for your time
Devoted to God, they keep
A princess so rich with pure
Like a rose, no color in itself
Waiting for her one moment
Breath taken more than she felt
From a dream your heart makes
But not a wish found to be unreal
And if so, who says that dreams can't collide
Two path questions how you feel
She writes with memories from thoughts
Much like the ones of you
Desires to be close to near
Every part thats true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem