Maybe it's the way I wear my hair, or the the way I show I care?
Maybe it's the way I try to share, or maybe it's the way I can't help but stare?
Maybe Baby it's me.
Maybe it's the way I can't help but touch, maybe that's a little too much!
Maybe it's not the time for the sun to shine or maybe for you to be mine.
But I can't help to think, maybe it's the way I think that she's so perfect!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem