He misses my lyrics,
Am the sum to his mathematics;
I trust these aren't just tactics,
It is true what his mouth speaks…
He's not one to pull tricks,
Or am I just part of the other chicks;
Love from my eyes leaks,
Miss him all weeks...
Its just that words clicks,
And Love conquers peaks;
Not even vanilla ice-cream licks,
Satisfies lovers beaks...
Even water gives me hicks,
He's not good with short flicks;
Emotions to my lips sticks,
It is my heart he seeks...
He's not hear to kiss the streams on my cheeks,
Or buy me beautiful antiques;
He has unique characteristics,
Coz of him my heart does gymnastics...
My milk he drinks,
Makes faces and then winks;
Our glasses he clinks,
Takes me over love's brinks...
I don't believe in jinx,
But am his Iris amongst the sphinx;
Keeps me warm no need for minks,
Our hands naturally links...
Who cares about geeks,
Or if doors have creaks;
Brick upon bricks,
Fresh, so fresh without remix..
Taught me to eat with chop sticks,
Even in crowds it's I he picks,
He sometimes sneaks,
Even if rose bushes pricks...
Love never stinks,
And men can wear pinks;
His eyes twitch when he blinks,
Into his heart my soul sink
Moons
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem would have been much, much nicer had you not gone for rhymes and let words flow out naturally.