You dangle yourself before me
Like a ripe apple or a tree
But I think that to pick you
Would be the death of me
Some things are only to look at
Put there to please the eye
You please every sense I have
My heart cannot lie
But your like the tempting fruit
Once enjoyed your gone
I don't need the heartache my love
So I'll be moving on...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! Not just a great poem but a smart one as well! Kudos!