Oh dear, it seems I’ve grown to love you.
I can't stop thinking about you,
I think I’m addicted with no cure.
Oh how u make me smile.
You don't even know.
Am I foolish?
Or in love?
Oh how I wish I knew.
What I wouldn't give for one of your hugs,
the warmth of you next to me.
The awareness of feeling safe in your arms.
Oh, how that makes me smile.
My dear, I think I've grown to love you,
I can't get you out of my head,
and every memory makes me smile for hours.
Oh, my dear how I wish you were next to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem