I don't know why I cherish her,
Perhaps it is her way of talking,
Her way of twerking,
Or her being in a bar.
I don't know why I cherish her,
On it I was defeated by a small fry Boxer,
In which Mayweather cant stand with my bla,
But I was knocked down by a trainee who called of Sir.
I don't know why I cherish her,
On it I thought deeply to know the reason,
On it I went deeply in my Car,
But I couldn't hook it in return like Mike Tyson.
I don't know why I cherish her,
I tears apart my thought for the core truth,
I took a wall and I exclaimed with ha!
But I couldn't uproot the root.
I don't know why I cherish her,
Maybe I should accept how God made it,
For me to feel the breeze with her,
In order to be on a diet with what I eat.
I don't know!
I don't know why I cherish her, Maybe I should accept how God made it, For me to feel the breeze with her, In order to be on a diet with what I eat........ seeing a love relationship as the will of God and the decision to be on a diet...... very nice my dear poet. thank you. tony
Beautiful poem with beautiful rhyme. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for your comment Boss.