You said " M' faulty"
But my angel, u might be naughty!
You are kind, generous, amiable
Firm I believe, you are not haughty.
I feel bad when you call thyself,
A potato, and small creature.
My fairy, potato itself has beauteous colour
Thou cheeks are same as sweet potato in its youth.
You felt ashamed but I maid it claimed
Thou has angelic beauty utmost
That shines all time to me utmost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem