I am what brings you here
All of this is near
Can you fall in love?
Can you do that white dove?
Fear the man and the woman inside of you
Dripping red dove
Dripping love, oh love
Somewhere there is a heart
Somewhere there are scars
Woman is growing
And the man is loving
But the dove will always fly
Doves always end up flying away...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good one thanks. somewhere there is a heart.