His excitement is charming
Moving me with his innocence
His thoughtfulness is darling
Without him is a day in silence
He lets me know he wants me
The sincerity I feel in his voice
A sad longing I delicately carry
Being away is not our choice
He has the most beautiful face
Image I last see before I sleep
The vision I want to embrace
While I fall into the empty deep
His faithfulness and loyalty
Are the precious things I like cling to
A promise and hope to guarantee
Of forever I can look forward to
He has me but not my heart
The other one has my soul
Not enough that I have the art
To create them into one whole
No time for sadness or insensible rage
Hardly find time to write a poem
Every minute is cheerfully engaged
My only wish is to melt them into one
Why do I have all the good men
I was asked by women all the time
I am innocent why ask me and not them
What they find in me is not my crime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem