People say this 'obsession' of mine
Has gone out of hand
But it is your heart I require
To be with you is my demand.
Butterflies in my stomach
An aching in my heart
Wanting to feel your weight against me
...isn't the most average start.
Every day and night I think about you
Hoping I'll never clear my head
Of these thoughts you occupy.
Trying to forget would be like being dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem