When 'it's' around she doesn't see me.
When 'it's' around she doesn't see anyone...
She gives 'it' her all, and all is what 'it' takes.
In silence... I sit back and watch.
Always 'it' is there, always 'it' is watching.
'I love you' 'it' says, 'I love you too' she says
But... she loves 'it' more than anything, anyone.
They all love 'it' more than anyone, anything.
These words continue unspoken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this, it is interesting, it keeps people wondering til the very end and on, such as my self, the 'it' tht everyone loves is the secret, amazing poem :)