Tammy,
there are sonnets about You, sitting, under a pink-red sky.
there are voices in the heavens who speak of You often.
there are moments of doubt, and then there are moments with You.
there are times I am confused, and then there are times with You.
for everything You are, and everything You do; I am glad You are You,
i am glad You are You.
- DRMA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem