When you worked late shifts
toying with my books, asking me to sit
closer to you
and I wanted you to read me your heart
without glasses.
We spoke a funny sort of love.
You were better at it
than I was
at finding your sleeve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is likeable and good readable fresh stuff… Please give us a little more. Thanks Jena. Geoffrey.