I can lie
And I can rhyme.
When I’m writing I am true.
In my poems I love you.
I should keep it,
Keep it secret.
If you don’t love,
It is wicked.
Writing my heart,
I can’t read yours.
Sunshine, sweetheart –
I miss these words…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep in love it is a nice poem.Liked it.