'Your eyes, my eyes when they meet,
I expect you would come and greet,
but you just stare back instead,
keeping me spinning inside my head.
I wonder if you have any clue,
or it just comes out of the blue,
the way your eyes make me nervous,
yet, i stare back. It feels like it's contagious.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem