every morning I kept thinking,
of how i could let you know that;
the moment i saw you was like,
a twinkle in my heart,
till the point you let me know,
you had another guy under the sky;
still my love for you never dies;
even though the little you got,
was like lies,
hunting in order not to die;
I will still love you till i die;
can you please be mine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem