Remember our last supper
When you cooked for me
My favourite book
Cooked slowly
My favourite picture
On the side
My favourite song
In a tall glass
And you could not understand
Why I was crying
When you did what I wanted
When I asked you
To feed my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a beautiful poem, , sometimes we are crying for love and we are not fed by love everytime..