You scare him twice each night time fades
into streams inside your mind he locked away.
Pink pretty flowers on the dress you wear.
Polka dots on that brown bikini wear your smile.
Jumping at each smile you toss his way.
The subject matter of each broken heart.
Through your damn a mighty river smell it flows.
Smart things that we can not learn in life.
Where the sun it rises butter on your cheak.
Heaven it is moist these heart felt words.
Can cheating start in every race you won?
Amongst ourselves we never felt this alive.
A well as deep as yours it sure was no surprise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow..wonderful write...can cheating start in every race you won...Good.