There many things to me,
but only a few interest me,
the ones which make you like me,
only because I love you.
Do you like how I dress?
Do you like where I work?
Do you like how I kiss you?
Do you like who I hang with?
Do you like me for who I am?
Do you like what I do for you?
Do you like how I speak to you?
Do you like how I walk and talk?
Do you like how I make you feel?
Do you like how I touch your skin?
Do you like how I make love to you?
Yet I try my best to please you,
my best so all of this is up to your standards,
for the girl I love most on the world,
the girl which is precious to me, you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, nice poem within a nice format. Love it.