I am not perfect...
I am sometimes moody,
a little wild,
a little weird,
sometimes your heaven or your hell,
but I am what I am...
I am your intrigue,
your friend,
your fantasy,
your conscience,
your every breath...
I am the woman who loves you unconditionally...
The one who will always be there...
Just being Me...
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I would like to translate this poem
unconditionally, , , , , , , , , , , , most peaple have no clue about it, , , very good poem.