Gre Pearl, your beauty shone
Like a rubeola contagious disease
In my Samsung Galaxy phone,
What an alluring image to release!
I told you in the past,
My love for you was vast.
Did I make myself a runcible goose?
Or, did I say a runcible word?
Though I didn't speak in Rumansh,
I was born to be a mensh.
You could love me if you want,
But never throw me into the plant.
I went to rupestrian churches,
Praying for your joy and happiness.
Though I wasn't a Russophile,
I'd love you from America to Russia.
Rumly is now all over my body
And your infectious beauty,
I couldn't resist
And forget.
O darling, if you really love me,
Be with me all the time
And don't ever let go.
My love seems odd but true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem