She is my life, she is my lady,
I do my best to visit her daily.
She doesn’t have awesome lips,
or gorgeous swaying voluptuous hips.
I stand and wait for her in the morning sun,
sit and dine with her when noon time comes.
Never wanting to leave her side,
though this lady takes away my pride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem