I chew on the ice
And you still don't leave my mind
I take a shower in Antarctica
And you still make me sweat
What on Earth will make you go away?
To prevent you from making me sway?
Why do I always want your time?
Imagining you to taste like a sweet, sweet lime
I want you to let me be with you
And never let me leave your arms
I want you to be my puzzle piece
And never be taken apart
When will you let me be your horse?
When can we race the course?
When can we take a ride?
When will you ever come inside?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Jeremy R. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.