Through all the years there have been many people I have loved for one reason or another. Some helped me when I needed it. Some were small little kids, the reasons veried. I'd often reach out my hand touch their arm and tell them I loved them. But there is only one man with whom I am 'in love'. Mark Anthony Penque. Now and for ever. Even if he's dead. I am in love with him. And I cry and cry and cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked this true love....................................................