Every time,
I look at the stars I see your eyes,
I just wonder why,
I think you should be mine.
I’m alone inside,
Comes to love I’m blind,
With u I’ll be fine.
Maybe one day you'll find the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Believe it or not, this poem may be twice as long as it should be. There could be a lot or very little to say, but either way it could be said in four lines. That would make it an outstanding poem. Also, I really hate the separation of the lines. It bothers the reader. Lines should never be sepatated unless you are separating thoughts or stanzas. There should be none in this case. GW62