i marry the man of my dreams
the king of my heart and soul
i am the queen of his words and cuddles
i am the witch to his wrath
i am his bag to his punches
i am his box to his kicks
am his sorry
i am his clouds of flowers
i am his window to his world of sorrow
above all this is he the bad one
or am i
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pleasure to read a wonderful work. am his sorry i am his clouds of flowers i am his window to his world of sorrow above all this is he the bad one or am i