Her lips are red,
Her eyes are off to bed.
Her cheeks are a blush.
So why is she in a rush?
She should be in bed,
Laid with a cotton spread.
Steam for breath
Making it seem it's her death
She makes it through the night,
But her two eyes all wide
'what are you staring at? ' I ask
I could see the happyness through her mask
'you made my fever go away'
'WHAA? Come on gal, that dosen't rhyme! '
o_o........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem