why you are not come to me...? ?
i am carrying in my face, a thousand of smiles...
and in my body, i have a million of tremors..
and i am so good in reading the eyes...
and good too in feeling the lips...
with my lips, i can give a great lust...
and you will feel my nights...
so, ..
why you are not coming to me now? ? ?
is that was, because i stole your only dream...? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem