As the morning sun rise my stomach floats with butterflies
Just the thought of you gives me the shivers
Should I talk to you
Oh, I'll never
If I procrastinate, will it be too late
Is it God fate for us to be this way
If not then what should I say
As you walk past me, my heart skip a beat
I thought you would ask me what my heart once seek
This crush that I have I can no longer keep
Either its up to you or the fate of destiny
Which one is it going to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem