I guess it's time for some reevaluation.
I've tried since last night to to feign that I'm complacent,
But I've found that I'm jealous, and I hate it.
I cannot allow myself to ruin her chance,
Though I once held her 'close in endless dance'.
We were alone in love, a love so fine.
But she is Marie, and Marie is no longer mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem