Don't try to bribe me with sunny days and breezy afternoons,
tell me you have good news for me and that I won, again.
Don't speak to me about the warmth of your heart, or soul....
not a good thing to tell me you found me a new book, or old read.
Just don't sway my thoughts with aberations of beauty, presentations,
that call out to me I love you.
Don't, just don't, for if you do,
I might just believe you.
That would mean I've fallen, again.
Please, don't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the heart as always.