I'm going through a love phase.
And I just want to keep it that way.
My love for you grows day by day
And hour by hour.
Lemons, but not our love, can go sour.
I used to be scared to even ask you out.
But now I have no doubt.
That I must always keep you next to me.
You're the honey and I'm the bee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem