I have asked you many times,
"Have you written me? "
You have always answered me angrily,
"No, I haven't written you, "
But I know, surely know
With my superior poetic sense that
You have depicted me
In the most precious place of your heart.
most precious place of your heart brain i thought but never mind loves lie brains(HEADS TWO) apart what speaketh thou of ones of ones heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aha! Has someone depicted you already? ;)