Every night when I lay
My head down and close
My eyes. A dream begins
With a man that has soft,
Warm, and caring eyes
That reads my name on
Them for all times.
Fighting for me in a
Past life turned this
Young man into a military
Man that loves me in this
Life. Then I wake up and
The dream dies until another
Year or until we met again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem