I will be your bad news,
for I will sing songs and be a chanteuse,
What, you can’t to be amused?
I will be like Christina and Cher,
I will drape my beautiful luscious long hair.
Stare into your eyes and sing of all the most adoring things.
About romance, chivalry and love, for I am now your white dove.
So precious and sweet, like your chocolate bunny treat.
All pretty for you to enjoy, unwrapping me like your best birthday toy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem