Yes, my love I think about you.
But tell me why it is I doubt you?
Shouldn’t it be the other way ‘round,
Could it be that you have found
‘tis better not to think of me?
For that might cause your memory
to open up a can of worms.
And the worms go here. The worms go there
And maybe your thoughts you’d have to share.
So yes, my love I think about you.
Probably better I do without you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem