Feelings Poem by Natasa To

I went to the shopping Sunday
On run in the crowd
Of America on Monday. I get fat.

I encourage the woman I married
To study hard
At a career I do admire.

She is sweet and funny.
She is as nice and strong as flowers.

I find myself happiness
Of the future ahead; the man I want to be

Is impossible. Walking in the house
My tender ideas are possible.

The Everlasting verses inside me
Is happy for evening.