I love the way you smiled at me when I was sad.
I loved the way you cuddled me whenever I was feeling bad.
I loved the way you would cling onto me, even though it sometimes made me mad.
I've never done this for anyone, anyone else infact.
I just hoped you would listen, grow-up a little maybe, but baby i think i was too late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem