I like making my own tea
I like writing my own poems
I like living in my own home
I like kissing my own girl
I like singing my own song
I like making my own bed
I like all that I own
And to God I give thanks.
I like her blinking eyes
They tease me with the lashes
I like her appearance
That's beauty, no ashes
I'm lucky she accepted
I always remember,
The day she said yes,
Twentieth October.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am lucky, she accepted, good love. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.