I see that sandy beaches
of this distant paradise
The golden sun
his will be done
hopefully bringing me to heaven
He's definitely no angel
Though his attire is sometimes white
I'm fighting to not love him
Fighting with all my might
The closer that he holds me
the faster I fall
Scared that he might take everything
take me, heart and all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem