i may not like you better
when i've come to know
what's really going on
inside your head for i know
how easily paradise is lost
when out of sight means
you're all but forgotten
i may not like you better
when i've come to know
the truth and i've
lost my last appeal but
i'll remember the moments
of magic not to mention
the gentleness of your touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem