He is the one I can’t give up
Yet something is not quite right
Something is holding me back
Something I cannot identify
He is the one I can’t live without
Yet every other day comes a persuaded doubt
We fix and patch and fix and mend things up
Again it just seems like a never ending snag
Around the jumble I dance and gallop
Trails of fears scatter like wildfires
He starts to notice and it winds him up
Watching him like this just pushes me further back
He makes me laugh He also makes me cry
He makes me pucker up until my lips crack and dry
He opens a lot of doors and mostly He feeds my fire
But sometimes all I want is a nice sweet humble pie
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I would like to translate this poem
Un postre... uhm... suena bien y refiere a una tentaciòn.. inevitable. Lindo poema querida... un beso