You keep on poppin' in my head,
Confusing all my thoughts,
Destroying all my plans,
Driving me to insanity.
Slowly there goes the feeling,
Of me wanting to know you more,
Still the crazy part is that you're a secret fantasy.
I can't even bear to think of myself,
Everything I think about includes you too,
Don't even know your name,
Don't even know where you're from.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting predicament. Seems troubling, you've expressed it well here, though. Beautiful writing.