why am i afraid
and when i see him i blush red
and his love cant leave my heart or brain
while others treat love as a trade
and his picture cant leave my head
when he leaves i feel like i am in a grave
as if i am the beauty and he is the brave
i think about him all the time
doing something he hates is like doing a crime
i love you is a word
for me it is an another world
but will he say it to me
i hope so we will see
if i am going to get this word
or i am going to find my self down to the real world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem