you make me cry
and yet i still love you.
but the way i love you is
unspeakable.
your smile = makes me happy
your eyes = make mine glow
your voice = make buterflies in my stomach
everything about you makes me wounder
why did i make it end? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am recommending this one too, because I want to know why you made it end as well. Of course, you played a dirty trick on the reader by not telling, though I know that you know the reason deep down. The reader does too. But they will be angry at you, not me. GW62