I prefer you to the rest of the world
I will love you more when you will be old
You are precious than Kohinoor and gold
There are some things that better not be sold
You are my warm baby I feel so cold
Love you love me baby be wise be bold
There are some things that better not be told
If we say our sorrows will be unfold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are my warm baby I feel so cold Love you love me baby be wise be bold.. courting ur girl of your heart...... a fine poem. thank u tony