I tried to do my part
but, me you did outsmart
even though I gave it my best
you left me with an ache in my chest
I try to love you to no good avail
this is why you're hearing this tale
don't look and act to quickly
because your love will become prickly
you'll cry yourself to sleep each night
waking at each noise with a fright
and even if she says your worries are in jest
you won't escape without the ache in your chest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem