When I look at you,
butterflys fly high.
When I hold your hand,
I can feel our strong bond.
When I kiss your lips,
I put your hands around my hips.
And when we make love, it's like a butterfly close bond that cant let go as high as it flys like the kiss from lips to my thighs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem