And when the night falls
the breezy setting calls
for romance to unfold
yet you're snub and cold
I made you a coffee so hot
and sweeten in on the spot
you used to slurp it with a smile
now you seem to reach it from a mile
I already said I was sorry
but still you show no worry
you continue to hurt my feelings
by your act of contradictory dealings
Do I have to court you again
to offer flowers and to bargain
for your adoration to give me
as though we never meant to be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem