she does things.
some,
take a little longer.
others,
dont take long enough.
and when she,
comes to the end of it.
absentmindedly,
she rubs it around it.
and while talking and rubbing,
she does things.
and i appreciate,
all the things she does.
and i do things for her as well.
and for her it is my only pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem