You got my feelings running out wild for you, as it said I am always complaining about how I love you, I'd walk from here up to the ends of earth and never find such love I have for you.
I'd really like to know your intentions of me, but again, I don't have much to offer than mature affection, as my heart is an orchard of the love I got for you in this bizarre world.
I yawp words of love to you as you return the same effect, without knowing the truth behind such reply, I yearn for my future with you, or it was a mistake to let you know about my desires towards you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem