I’m sorry I can’t say it above a whisper.
I start to feel faint as the world starts to shiver.
Those 3 little words make my throat run dry.
And your deep black eyes make me so shy...
Short poem but I like the way you created it...those three words may become us shy and we say them in heart by bowing our head down....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short and beautiful, I enjoyed it. :)