The hott guy on the bus
is what she calls him
as she burst through the door
her heart light
I secretly want her
but as she is watched
by my wishful eyes
I see hers sparkling
I tell myself:
just let my beloved be
she is needed
so I leave her
to her breathless tale-telling
of love-filled bus adventures
still wanted by me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
' My Beloved' is beautiiful.......much luv (keep it up)