Still waters run deep, 
 just as I do 
into those brown eyes of yours, 
 where your soul reaches out
and kisses my green ones, 
for the love of a boy, 
 i think I would climb
the rough mountain of love again, 
except in your heart i see
 anothers reflection!                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine observer in love!