When she sings the song for me;
She is far, at the top of the tree!
I don't have to touch her but listen;
I love her from far for her motivation!
What a gal who still cares for a man;
With all her heart, with a motivation!
Now, why should I interfere her?
Let her be fully comfortable there!
We don't have to have physical touch;
And I don't have to make her nervous!
We are together by maintain the space;
Her freedom is the main in this case!
I am to listen her and she is to sing;
From such a relationship she is still caring!
What good it is to behead a lovely flower?
No good is a lifeless flower for pleasure!
Love doesn't mean together with a cut flower;
It is to see, to feel, to listen, to variously care!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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