All the time,
I really regret
Fighting with you
Nagging at you
And not trusting you.
How I wish,
That I had been better for you...
I'm sorry,
I'm not the perfect one, it's true...
But I'm pretty sure,
You're the perfect one, my boo...
Because all the time
That I fight with you,
Nag at you,
And don't trust you...
You still hold on,
And then you smile and say,
'I love you, too.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so sweet 'L =) ur very lucky to have someone like that =)