Every time I think of you it brings me relief
Every time I talk to you it makes me think
When you reply I see your beauty that's far from belief
When you reply my heart starts to sink
You are every trace of perfection
So, I plan on asking you a question
But it is far from confession
I'm hoping for a correction
So you queen of perfection
I ask you a question
That is far from confession
Will you bring my heart relief
And go out w. me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem