my first time to make the English poem
It is me
It is me.
Puissance and wealth are far from kiss.
Some die and some are live.
There is the only mine in the sky.
It is me.
Banality and destitution you can see.
Pretty girl makes me miss.
How I wonder what is your key.
The wind sweeps.
There fall the leaves.
The heart I keep.
Should you do the peep?
lady and gentleman, give some smile.