Sometimes i wonder
Why Eve took Adam assander
Can it be covered
Before they get discovered
Ooo my Lord am bleeding
The apple is a bad breeding
With the soil intervining
I will start my reading
U make me cry
For thee i try
U so cold heart
No need to give a bit
My heart is broken
Like pieces of token
The judge has spoken
My dreams are woken
Can i give u another chance
Only beauty u see in a glance
Am not playing a game of chance
Floating now is my mirror glass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem