You’re causing me pain
You’re in my head all the time
It’s causing me strain
When can I call you mine?
Can’t get your picture out of my mind
Especially your behind
I loved the way you looked at me
I loved the way you held my hand so tight
I was convinced it was love at first sight
Why did you runaway on me?
How could I’ve even let you go?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM....THIS PIECE IS GOOD..IT WOULD BE VERY FINE IF YOU FOUND A REPLACEMENT LINE FOR''especially your behind'...Make no mistake...i'm no prude...the line just does not belong with the decorum of this serious-themed Poem...Otherwise, i love it...Bpttom line...It's your Poem...Your Call''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR