I do love you, dear.
I do love you.
It's what companions your face & voice when they
reverberate & reassert themselves
in a bohemian fashion.
Your image of purity,
Your skin of softness,
Your voice of a child,
Your depths that I have immersed in,
The sadness that settles as I watch you
leave me.
The girl who will eternally remain beautiful.
For in the eyes,
Forever in youth,
We'll never die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem