I hear people talk of their drugs and addictions,
I hear of their cravings, their losses, afflictions
How can it change them break them or kill?
Well, I too am an addict and it’s not to a pill.
Oh! Mine is a drug and I need it to live
And if I could buy it, how much would I give?
It doesn’t cause sadness or hurt anyone
For this drug is free and gives so much fun
Each task is simple and brings with it a smile
The addiction I speak of is the thing we call love
This richest of vices, is all I’m guilty of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem