I met your boyfriend for the first time,
Tried to hate him because you weren't mine,
Until he said he liked the stuff I do,
You know, the poems and songs - he knew two.
That's enough for me - he won with flattery
And so I dropped my half-baked plans of assault and battery
And I WON'T declare my love for you through poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem