Come here,
No here,
Over here,
Look at me,
Me too,
Who first?
Who last?
Which way do I go?
They take my breath,
I get dizzy,
And turn to go,
But I cannot,
So I turn back.
Where I came face to face with her,
The perfect picture of composure,
She is too beautiful,
I lose composure,
And walk past__ only to,
Have it happen again.
And again__
2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can relate to this poem..sometime shwen we are busy with mundane things something beautiful almost takes our breath away