I love the feel of your hair.
I love the feel of your stare.
I like the way that you look at me;
Yet it feels as if you're judgeing me.: /
It's funny the way you can't hide that you're
In love with me.
P.S. This was a very short poem of mine, I am sorry if it's not up to your standards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem