my first thought in the morning
and my last thought at nite
is all about you
and things that are tight.
Subjects that linger
from the cradle to the grave,
can love be secretive,
and yet be brave?
it is always darkest before dawn
so damn me baby when i yawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sentiments appeared nicely. Good job.