She keeps pushing desperately,
slaps his hand and walks away.
She knows that she is a fool,
she can't plunge in, so sits there lost;
Can't quite believe it's deep enough.
To lose him would be just dessert,
but all the while that she tries
to shake him off and count the costs,
She's terrified he won't return,
and my love,
she sit's there lost,
and I keep coming back to her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I admire the direction you took in writing your poems. It's an amazing way to express ones feelings. I like this because it kinda speaks to most of the people in this world about their love life.