She is pretty,
If wantedly,
She is the mostly.
Her eyes,
Looks like skies,
Around there are spies,
They don't want me to rise,
Even for supplies.
Her face
Compare to my face,
She takes off all my cash,
Even if it disservice,
But i feel good and well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem