I Went the Way
We met but you went your way,
Then you told me you wanted,
Me to go your way.
I suspected you.
I looked at you,
And told me to go my way.
You heard me,
And you suspected me.
There is no perfect way,
Between two people in love.
I say they both go,
A way together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful waiting really....