i shall not meet your steady eyes
nor listen to your silent cries
love me, love me, love me, love me
or else i'll surely die
i've believed your eyes too many times
only to get disappointment in return
so i shall pass by quietly
lest i once again get burned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This sounds very hot stuff, Faith, the 'eyes' obviously have it. I should buy a fire extinguisher, and keep it close by. Sincerely Ernestine