on sunday
I won’t hear you Darling.
Baby.
But I know
you won’t be Blue.
you know why
I’m so Interested Sugar.
Honey.
You know
that
I Love You.
I want your Soul
& Body Sweetie.
Candy.
And
your Singing
Violin.
But
I can’t have you, ever
Snoopee. Doopee.
For me there’s just
the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm. interesting flow.