Hidden Intentions
You looked at me
I had no idea who you be
To me you be what you looked
My heart you taught you took
I was wrong; tis my song
Every time I think
I am glad I did not sink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has a rather wonderful song-like quality to it; it sweeps and glides. Keep it up! Oh, and thanks for the comment, much appreciated! GHP