Let me be superfluous
Where shadows lie between us
I would sew mend and make whole.
But whose step should it follow,
When left to choose just one sole.
I can be spiny as an aloe
But my centre is a profiterole.
Darling turns my heart to mush
I agree we're both adults;
Two-romantics with one, pulse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feet feet and then foot ok so this is good