The butterfly that I saved for you is one that you can have.
Even if you never wanted it, at least you still have me.
The horse I gave to you is one that I said you can have.
Even if you won't ever take him from me.
The opver-spilling love I give to you, YOU SAID YOU WANT NO MORE.
And you slightly and oh devilishly, told me to go away.
I say you said that you'd had enough, so why do I keep giving more?
And you kissed me again and said quick, SORRY SWEETIE, DON'T EVER GO AWAY
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem