why is it that you always ask me questions and then ask me am I sure
do u love me? yes
are you sure? yes
why is it that you wish to be the way that you are and still be here with me, you make me fill that you don't trust me. should I believe you... and are you sure? ... I wonder sometimes.. about you that is why cant you let the next question be something that you really want to know and stop playing with my emotions, our relationship is not a game.my love for you is real and as for you is that really how you fill. And am I upset.. oh yea you bet, but because I love you I give you another chance.... last question..
will you marry me?
yes.. are you sure? ... why wouldn't I be.
I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem