To my next lover,
I do apologize,
but the next I love you I say, will only be empty words.
I will never be kissing your lips, only hers.
Whenever I am kissing you all the way down to your toes,
my eyes will be closed..
imagining you were she.
And when I open them to look up,
it will be her smile that I see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem