Don't play with my heart,
your only playing with fire,
My words come out my heart enflames,
Your hands reach out, to only carress flames,
A heart always heated with passion....
Passions that are impossible to touch,
to have something so untouchable yet,
burn's with that much uncontrolled love,
perhaps for this reason, its worth the burn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem