At times you would think i`am dead
No heart beat just pure blood flow
Oh Lord what could it be, 'I think'
Only to find he is miles away
Far far away from me
I wipe and lone for him
Finally he comes
My heart beat rise and I smile
We tease, We kiss, We laugh
Then comes a time to go
Unfortunatly i can't
It seems as if he has swallowed a magnet
I feel like I cant pull away
And am stuck like glue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we could say, as a commentary: “Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love” “Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties” 1. is from ''Antony & Cleopatra'' – Act 3, Scene 5 2. from ''Romeo & Juliet'' – Act 3, Scene 2 Ciao! :)