Your the love of my life
just like chuckie when he carries a knife,
you make me want to jump for joy
but when i see chuckie i scream and pout,
i'm your baby
your my lady
forever until chuckie drops that knife
forever and for life
then that will be the end of our sweet sweet love
when even sometimes there were shoves,
when you wore the gloves of a killer
it must of been such a thriller.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem