It´s just that i´m not used to this
I´m not used to waking up to a breakfast table
I´m not used to having flowers delivered to my work
I´m not used to looking into your eyes before falling asleep
I´m not used to having you waking up beside me
I´m not used to use this feeling
I´m not used to this experience
So forgive me if I do act out of hand sometimes
Forgive me while I try to adjust to the idea that u´re mine
It´s just that i´m not used to this
I´m still adjusting to you and the lovely things you do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem