I'm gentle with him,
For he's a delicate peice of art.
I pay attention to him,
Though I'm not sure where to start.
I dismiss his faults,
And I only love him more.
I open up to him,
And he opens up the door.
I listen to his voice,
It certainly sounds like music.
I take heed of his advice,
And make sure to always use it.
I smile at him just because,
And he falls in love fore sure.
There no need for a doctor when I fall ill,
Because I know he's my only cure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem