The butterflys in your stomache rise from below
Your rosy cheeks begin to glow
The voice inside you wants to scream
But when you let it go like a beam,
You have lost a friendship with a true friend
You try to make it all pretend
But no one can deny true love
Yes you have lost one, but you have gained your second dove
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem