The way she smiles in a bright sky, 
The way she glows in my eyes, 
The pride in her step, 
The power in her stride, 
I ask one thing, 
If I ask at all, 
How many times do I have to fall, 
In love with you face, 
Cause that's all you have, 
Your hearts a disgrace, 
And if I had to pick one, 
I'd rather pick none at all                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
marvelous feelingful flowing lines~nb