How is this poem I wrote for a person who speaks bad english?
My dearest Elizabeth
Do not dress in that dress
For with out it i must confess
You look much above the rest.
I never saw one so sweet
As my dearest, you my treat
Don't leave me for another beast
I'm here, and I shant release
You from my grasp
Where would I be without thee
Simply lost, crying under a tree
For without you I cannot see
Because it's you who makes me me
Thanks
My dearest Elizabeth
Do not dress in that dress
For with out it i must confess
You look much above the rest.
I never saw one so sweet
As my dearest, you my treat
Don't leave me for another beast
I'm here, and I shant release
You from my grasp
Where would I be without thee
Simply lost, crying under a tree
For without you I cannot see
Because it's you who makes me me
Thanks