English Poem

Looking at the stars, siting on a rock,

Can you hear the sound of a clock?

The night is cold and the door is closed,

I have nothing to wear, just my ordinary clothed.

 

The sun rise to the east and goes to the west,

I am still waiting here, taking a rest.

For this hours that I wait,

Until this hours can be right.

 

Standing on a tree, looking at the sunset,

Waiting for a woman, untill the perfect two sits.

Im holding back the darkest night,

For you and I meant it right.

 

When the time has come,

Let everybody keep clam,

For they’ll witness the true love,

You and I centered by God.