I can count on you,
To follow my every move.
As if a stalking of the Sun,
Is being done.
And I am selected to be the one,
Exposed to your eyes...
When the dawn comes.
At high noon...
I feel you've chosen me to munch.
As if there to be your lunch,
To nourish.
And at Sunset,
There you are...
Encouraging me to be delicious.
And if it's your wish...
I'll stay your favorite dessert.
Craved anytime of the day.
It will be made available.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh what kind of dessert? ?