They say that love’s a burden, that beauty’s just a word,
That feeling’s, they are better left unsaid,
That doves are not a symbol; they’re simply just a bird,
Your heart just simply messes with your head,
They tell us not to listen, to what love has to say,
To ignore the words spoken by the heart,
Devotion’s just in movies; it helps us pass the day,
If so then I’ll return back to the start,
I think it’s my decision, to choose what I will hear,
To say if love is true, if it exists,
I’ll decide who I can trust, the person who I’ll hold dear,
Whether my head turns, flips and twists,
The choice I make is truthful; I’ll choose whose hand to hold,
I’ll choose which girl I’ll try to make my wife,
You may think that these choices are rather brash and bold,
But remember this is my own life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem