If she were mine,
She would know I love her with my heart,
If she were mine,
She would know that I am hurt,
Every time I see her with another man,
Who probably is after her thighs.
If she were mine,
She would understand that I desire her,
Each night I dream of her,
And currently I do breath for her.
But she doesn't know,
That I love her toes,
The way they fit in those sandals,
So perfectly that they create a scandal,
In my mind that is.
She will never know,
Since I am just another guy,
Who isn't even close to her standards,
She doesn't even know that I exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tell her how you feel. What do you have to lose?