There is so much about you,
I am not...
That I like!
Much I feel has much appeal,
The kind that invites and delights.
Someone like you,
Hasn't been in my view.
Unless my eyes were shut tight!
And I wish I offered more,
Than a boring courtesy.
I'd sweep you off the floor,
Off your feet...
And our lips would meet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem