Accent Poem by Edgars Brivbergs

My accent always makes you smile,
When I tell shyly, how I feel,
My love is not a part of style,
You know, it's pure, it's too real.
Yes, sure, darling, I love you,
There's no surprise or something new.

My accent simply drives you crazy,
No matter when I say these words,
But love of yours is still so lazy,
How can I break your pretty codes?
Yeah, sure, baby, I'll be here,
'Cause we should make the love career.

My accent always like the sunshine,
It warms so tender if you need,
Why can't we cross this boring stop-line,
No doubt, I'll follow if you lead.
It's only words - they're much or few,
I'll keep my accent just for you!