I speak to you and you hear me well
You listen to all the things that I tell
But with a sigh and a moan, you grump and groan
Any time I feel alone.
You say that when I talk I'm not being constructive
And to tell you how I feel is actually destructive.
I don't like how this makes you mad
So I won't tell you what makes me sad.
I guess I'll just have to deal with what you are missing.
All the while I'll still be kissing
You, every time you feel bad
And never let you know that I am sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful Sister. I love it