Hesitant kisses,
she's feeling so blue,
because she imagines
your love is untrue;
flattering words you
repeat when you meet;
still 'she's not certain'
love is complete.
Admit that you need her
admit that you care;
her low self-esteem
is wavering there...
Teardrops will start
in the eyes of love,
so accept all her charms
and 'surrender to love'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem