He calls me baby
He says me silly
He makes me angry purposely
I always pretend to pout though in fact I'm happy
I dislike his pomposity
I annoy him inadvertently
I leave him alone cruely
He is still that gentle and never blame me
For him I reject fantasy
With me he won't stray
It's exactly the incorrigibility
That is love and let it be
(04-07-2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem