His nose was red
And a part of my bed
He bites me playfully
But it bleeds badly
It was a scar then,
Becomes a memory now.
We angry with eachother
But we later unite together
I saw your eye
It makes me die
I scold you angrily
Then I hug you lovingly
You aren't with me now
Missing the sound Meow! 🐾
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem