This girl in my room is remarkably sweet
What she stirs up inside of me begs for more
Everything else was a trace of what this is turning out to be
Her love turns off the light and brushes up against me
Temptation
Foolishly I forget she's not leaving tonight
The frame is filled with fire and the picture of us
Every tear collected presents her to me
Perfectly loveable
Simply us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem