What do you like?
Do you like them tall?
Then I'll wear my heel.
Do you like them strong?
Then I'll hide my weep.
Do you like them innocent,
with no one they've loved before?
Then it must be me.
But with you
je suis moi.
No heel. No hidden weep.
Just love among the atmosphere
Just me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem