What Is Love?
What is love? Love can bee so sweet, eye would hold ewe hand and have the time to say the endless chatter that comes from lovers in the night. Some men grunt.
They just provide ewe with necessities, OH why could eye NOT bee like that. I like oatmeal and burnt toast thats burnt clear threw and rain as long as its outside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem