Never could I get,
With you...
Too exhausted.
And I keep my breath,
Minted fresh.
As we caress.
And find ourselves,
Awakening from a night...
Of peaceful rest.
Although for me,
Those times may come...
Infrequently.
You see...
Nothing between us,
Will I ever let upset.
Or will I eat,
Without carefully brushing,
All my teeth.
That's how close,
I want us to be!
And I pray and hope,
Those days will come,
More frequently.
'And I do get...
Your reverse psychology.'
Honey...
What are you talking about?
'Honeeeee...
What are you talking about?
I can take a hint.
I will gargle AND brush my teeth!
How's that? '
Well...
Hurry up.
Before I fall to sleep!
'All you had to say,
Was that my breath smells bad! '
Does it?
I didn't notice.
'And remove all of those mints from the bed,
Before I get back.'
WHY are you so sensitive?
Geeeessshhh.
'Shut,
Up!
Do not say another thing.
Poetically or not.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem