loving you is not the answer of the
celebration we take; not the kids you
give, rings and the beautiful dresses
you wear, will hold you to stay and
let this nothing to despair, even that
beautiful and memorable night it
display, mean not to say that you are
mine, forever
the magic of matrimony, have something
to tell between the love we always swear,
worth to remember enough, to forget the
heart that it hurts, the worried and the tears
in every eye that cried, every day and night
the hand lovingly holds each page to
be showed, while the body tremble and the
nerve trample, the heart mingles in the spirit
of love, move in the bedroom settle in the
blanket of foam; and the voice of the night
started to sing a silent for a call.....I love you
my heart breathe the beauty that you
bestowed, and you worship my loving soul
to live in your time.....giving what i ask,
sharing what i have...for you're my heart of
my soul...your the one
i love you….i love you….. I love you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem