You and I don't know it yet
We don't know the really taste
Although you had a sip and i had a bite
Your experience might never count
Love is nothing but paradox
And people are indeed like a fox
Because a fox may hunt another fox
Then haunted by the ghost of the dead fox
Everything they say about it is a myth
No body want the truth
Their heart is like a booth
Yea, like a hell crowded choir booth
Don't tell me you know things about flower
Or you're a good story teller
Coz i know things about your flower
And the things i know make me anti flower
I'll tell you what she said when we first met
That only death will do us apart
And then they brought a honey port
That was it, it did us instead apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem