I bake a cake for you to taste
I picked a rose for you to smell
I even made a joke for us to laugh together
And that is why I made love in presence of you
But the cake I baked you never taste
The rose I picked, you never smell
Im so sorry for the mess
Then I find it hard
That you’ll be convinced
How stupid my heart really is
You will never feel what I truly feel
Never appreciated the things I’ve done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem