She is my private reader, I love to write for her
The stories they are short, of romance not of fear
The stories they are real, and sometimes not so real
Of thoughts of me and her, she knows this is the deal
I try to keep it true, with hidden lines I write
Perhaps she sees the truth, while reading late at night
I hope she doesnt ask, for me to tell her so
About the words I write, perhaps she should not know
I love to write for her, she loves to read them too
I'll keep on trying to write, Until I see the cue
She is my private reader, she is my secret one
To read my words, they are for her, my story has begun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem