Let me be that boy
The one who stands in the center of the room
And turns his neck in circles searching for that fateful soul
The one who reacts perfectly
Smiles coyly not to be bold
The one who meets my questing eye
With a conquest all her own
Let me be that boy
The one who knows just what he wants
And knows he'll get it and be surprised
Like when the VCR eats a tape
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem