Talking, taking constant reminders of being and looking for
trouble, not wanting to be good, for what is the fun in
that?
Feelings are being abrupt, voicing frustration of this love
as you get up and dance with someone else, cutting this
heart to the quick.
Needing you all to myself, not wanting to share you with any-
one else, you have my heart in your hands and I want to be
only yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem