You are precious and clear not to be blamed
Give it to me; I am the one to be ashamed
You care for the love that we have it all
But I was stupid, careless as a doll
You keep it out safe even though you were hurted
So don’t blame your self, insult me, I am the one to be hated
You take care of me as much as you can
But I was disturbing like a crazy hen
Forgive me for what I have mistaken in every time and every place
Blame it on me; don’t fight with your self please!
written by someone who loves you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem