The words are never confusing
like your words are to me.
Love is not a word to me, am I in
this for sin, or just you?
What, am I to you?
Do you love me?
I would settle, for two bit Italian from you.
The words are never confusing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
easy to find the italian than try to understand