Simple, Simple, Simple little note.
I wrote you a thousand times.
Read you quite a bit more.
But, I still cannot get
What it is I always seem to miss.
Then, the humming of the bird keeps underway.
This little simple note.
Has got its way.
Hmmm Hmmm...and that's when I say
Rip it up, throw it down
Hopefully i wont come back around
I hope to forget this simple little note.
No need for a reminder of what could have been
what has already broken.
Simple, Simple, Simple little note.
I have wrote you a thousand times.
Read you quite a bit more.
But, I still cannot get
What it is I always seem to miss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love it! .................................