words to your ears, as lips to your neck. Your heart to my chest as my heart calls upon your own. Words are only words, as dust to dust. My actions stand alone. I met you in September, you gave me hope, and in the dark and cold December…you kept me warm. So now I surrender my heart, and if you allow me, swap it for yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem