Why do I think of you?
Why do we flirt?
And why do I hurt,
if you are still with her?
I hate the fact that I still care
that you are with her over there.
If you open your eyes, you will see
that you can count on only me.
If you leave your eyes closed,
then you will just be played for a joke.
I love you, and you love me.
So tell me, 'Why can't you be with only me? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heather: a fine poem on the emotions that are pleyed while flurting..... I do beleive even I learnt a lesson here....well written.........G