You
choose to
kindly
ignore
my many many
imperfections
choosing to
concentrate instead
on my only one
true claim to fame
the beauty
of my love
for you.
So that now
I am happy to be
this man
(and no other)
the man
whose love
you so
desire.
Aw! and aw! and aw! and awe...... :) t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No luck involved - and imperfections, schmimperfections. You have such a talent for loving and for expressing love, in words and every other way, whatever else could be the outcome of our meeting? I could say this privately and I do, but I would like it known to the world as well.