Up hill,
Sea, seal, sear, search, Sean, seam, seas, seat;
But, alarmed with the muse of her breasts!
Because, what the people love is different from my taste.
Bedrooms of love,
Eaten with the words of romance;
And to accomplish your dreams!
But, what you like is different from my taste.
Cocoa and chocolate,
With a call in the cold!
And, with a n aromatic night of love;
But, what you really love is different from my taste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what the people love, thanks, I like it.