The kissing game:

A secret lives in the dark.
When small, it is weak (or delicate or shy)
My hand could crush the spark,
but I try to protect it.

The circles grow by clasping hands.
The kissees (kisotoj ) never make demands.
Kiss me, kiss you, kiss me fast.
Kiss me first, kiss me last.

If I speak my mind,
My idea comes to light.
The light could make me blind,
and steal my sight.

Our places change in this crazy dance,
Inside now I see my chance.
Kiss me, kiss you, kiss me fast.
Kiss me first, kiss me last.

Ideas in the dark (hidden ideas - like falling in love)
make feelings grow
My heart will touch your spark
and start to glow.

Kiss me, kiss you, kiss me again.
The same ideas make us friends.
Kiss me, kiss you, kiss me fast.
Kiss me first, kiss me last.

I have to write it in English first and puzzle it out, but I can change words if it doesn't work. It is a poem about the "Kissing Game" I saw on youtube. It is supposed to insinuate that somebody is falling in love with a person he/she met at a conference.