If you love me once, I will love you double.
So if I hit my hands don't ask, for they are trying to reach out,
And If I end up bruised and cut I'm trying then to shut my mouth;
Don't want you to see my scattered words,
I'll try and play my vocal cords,
With care for sound and quality,
To echo half the quantity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem