It's kinda get awkward
Getting a conversation with a guy
Of courtship thing
Maybe it would not if we start it over again
Before that would be a jolly talk
Cautious in words
Balancing feet in the rope of grilling
Both looking after the chat of glee
Not void
Not vain
Yet the fire could subside
But you see maybe it would not if we start it over again
The guy would make the girl blush
The bashful girl would slowly run
Closing doors and hurry to her cover cloaks
But probably not when you start it over again
They would say she's too nice and proper
Too afraid to crumble down
Too perfect and stern
But maybe not when you start it over again knowing her
You might say I'm crazy for these lazy words
I think so too
But maybe not if I start it over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem