He told her on day four
about his pressing need to know,
and did she love him just a tad
or was he really going mad.
She did not say, remaining mute
and let her hair fall in to hide her eyes,
he saw her sway a bit, God was she cute,
and then she placed his hand upon her thighs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem