the smell of yourskin stays with me
your wodrs to me achoes in my head
my skin feels the sensation of your touch
when i think about how you kiss my neck i blush
you make me shier whe you look at me
and i panic when you leave
you make me cry a thousand times
but make it up by holding me in your arms
forever and a day
thats what you always say
if only it was true
and i wasn't such a fool
maybe you'd learn to love me
or maybe i'd learn the truth
i'd wake up
i'd realise
you just dont love me
not like i love you
14-05-2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how can any one judge another''s love... love is always... selfish...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !