Imagine if the pillow I cried on was you chest
Or the tissues I used to wipe my tears away were your hands
Would it be cool?
Would you mind if I called you my boo?
I want you to be the one I run to
I want to be the one making your girls jealous
I want you to be
And my lover
Now and forever
Can it be?
For you and me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.