I am of a higher intellect,
But you make my words come out incorrect.
I like you, thats for sure,
Because when you're near me, I'm just a puddle on the floor.
I'm happy when you're close,
When I'm away, it's you I miss the most.
When we talk, it's like it's only me and you,
The interruption comes in right on cue.
There's not much more I can do,
Except say 'I love you'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its a great poem i luv it it rox