Before I affront you,
I sense that I couldn't like anyone,
That nothing would be apt to fill the bereft in my heart,
But that all bartered when I clash you.
Then I came to grasp, you were constantly on my mind.
You're comical and honey.
You make me giggle and grin.
You take away all my furry and misery.
You make me frail when I spiel to you.
Then I evoked to pen poems about you.
Now I have come to recognize that I am hopelessly liking you,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem