Her Eyes are as beautiful as the clear blue sky..
Her Smile as amazing as the clear blue ocean in the night of a full moon...
the girl in my dreams...
I have to meet her soon!
! What's her name? Why does my head play these silly games...
This poem I write is from the heart.. Even tho its been ripped apart..
I lay in bed wide awake cause these feelings I cannot fake...
I wait to sleep to meet that girl... But the thoughts keep me awake..
Knowing that This Dream Girl is Fake....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem