I seem to be a lunatic, that’s what people say,
I would do much crazier things, if I could have my way.
You tend to make my blood rush fast, and make me feel insane,
I would have been more in control, if, on you, I hadn’t lost my brain.
I tend to get my naughty grin, every time your eyes hypnotise,
No wonder god kept us far, because near you it wouldn’t be safe or wise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How could it be that I never read his mind before? How could this situation ever have a cure? Would I be able to manage my love and my friend? I can’t............... seem to be a lunatic, that’s what people say, I would do much crazier things, if I could have my......... ........................ your poems are really part of life and its real images. it seems it is good for us to read. Poetry is the dream world of realities and its pain.