You're my sun when I rain the heaviest, you turn my pain into rainbows of happiness.
I wonder how can I ever stop loving you. When every time I see you, I fall for you again and again.
I love you because in the world full of libraries,
You are a museum full of masterpiece, artefacts and vintage sculptures
You have one of those rare smiles that feels like a day of warm sun in winter.
I still wonder how can I ever stop loving you?
When you hold on tight to the roses I'm giving you, even if it's thorns makes your fingers bleed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem