Giz a love.
Blanket yourself over me, as I face the other way, complete.
Laugh as we talk sweet nothings.
Giz a love,
What about my love, you say.
I do the same,
Slide my right arm underneath you as I wrap my left around you tight and pull you to my chest.
Oh, for one more love.
To be given one more love by you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"…we talk sweet nothings "…and then " one more love.." Nice