I ain't sweet, not that tall
Not a guy for whom You'll fall
I ain't your type, and no
I won't cry if you go
I cannot live
Your dreams and delights
Through my own painful nights
Because I'm afraid of relief
Still you love me?
But Why DO you?
Please! let me be!
I hate you girl.... i Really do!
What are you doing?
Hey you! Stop!
WHY do you love me?
I'm going 'over the top'!
Aah! I lost!
And happily too!
Dont stop now!
Love me do!
You Won me over
Your intoxicating charm
Made me a lover
You keep me warm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem