You put a smile upon your dace to cover what you truly feel deep inside,
As if you were in murky water attempting to hide.
But yet I can tell you are truly upset,
you don't know that yet.
I try to break open your hardened shell,
So you aren't hiding what you must tell.
I only try to help because I am concerned,
I love you dearly and I know it's the heavens you have earned.
Not hell, no not for you,
Because you are my sweetheart and make my insides turn to a warm and lovely goo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem