Who loves me?
Is it the woman who carried me in her womb for 7 months?
Or is the man that I am the spitting image of that I call Pop?
Who loves me?
Is it my three siblings who I grew up with?
Or is it their children who call me Uncle Ronald?
Who loves me?
Is it my friend I known for most of my life?
Or is it the woman I Instant message and hopes to one day make my wife?
Who loves me?
Well out of all those people I mention
I can’t tell you which one of them loves me.
From my mother to the woman who’s more than likely my future wife.
But I can tell you this I know at least one person who loves me,
and that is me.
That’s right
it is me
who love me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem