I'm just listening to Ashanti singing on television,
thinking about you and wishing I was singing on your hearts stage.
How I wish my heart was in your loves cage,
then I'll show you something lasting not just a phase,
You may think I'm crazy,
but it's because you do more than amaze me.
And I would do anything just to call you mine,
show you a love more beautiful than an elegant design.
Ashanti's Point, is something I wish were so true
so tell me, can I love you?
Can I be your rose peddles falling from the sky,
Or that little twinkle that glows in your eye?
That warm hug on a cold winters night,
the arms of security that chases away all your frights?
When was that last time your heart turned cartwheels
Or you just couldn't explain how a woman made you feel?
But you just had a sudden outburst of random smiles,
and for her you upgraded your whole since of style.
Let me show your heart what the truth feels like,
something like the joys of a youth with their first kite.
I just want a chance for your heart to cherish,
and I'd give my life before I let your heart perish.
But I would stroke the depths of your emotions,
caressing your desires with Bath & Body lotion,
hot oil massages for your heart,
everything done with the uttermost passion
and until the end, yet from the start.
You'll never miss a beat with your shoes or fusion.
But all your needs will be more than met,
even if it cost me a few gallons of extra sweat.
Because for the right man,
there isn't much I wouldn't do.
So I guess I just have one question,
Can I love you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem