Its a sin if you ask the question,
Do you love me?
If I answer yes, our sins became tautological
Because you are mine
I belong to you, i don't worry
That is why I'm not in a hurry
To rush for a kiss
Its intentional
To sustain your inviting smile
That is where I draw the well of flowing inspiration
I will wait and prove my claim.ô
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem