What days do you want to play?
What days do you want to stay,
In my way...
Wanting dodge ball and hop scotch,
As a need to display as you charade.
What days do you want to hide as I seek?
To then whine if I don't,
Attempt to sneak a peek.
Sometimes your game is detachment.
And other times..
You smother me with hugs.
Then 'Frigid Lizzie' hisses at me like a bug.
To decrease any interest I had to snuggle up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lifes rich tapestries can enslave us if we let them. A lovely poem and a good write.