He's vanilla,
I'm real.
He's toast,
I'm a meal.
He knows,
But I see.
He spends,
But I'm me.
He's rich,
I'm not.
He wants,
What I got.
His wife,
My true love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i laughed lightly at the last two lines, but not until the second reading. cool! but be careful! ! ! i wonder if this is just a fantasy or a real-for-you story. again some nice rhymes. well done though i was hoping to be able to read between the lines for the WHOLE story. leave it to our imaginations. thanks for sharing.