I love, yes, I think I do
Or maybe not, my love is true
I’ll abide forever, or till next week
I still my tongue, but then I speak
My heart cries out – leave me alone
I want to roam, or perhaps stay home
So give me love, no take it back
The comfort of your arms I lack
I want you, yes, I think I do
But I’m not sure if I want to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem