He is a cutter
He is a lover
He is my everything
My knight in armor
He is Better
He is a brother
He is my something
Something I live for
He is my everything
But she is his
Every cut
Is for the everything
that never is
He is my world
My sun in the rain
My drop of gold
My shimmer in a diamond
But his heart belongs to no other
Than the girl that is not me
So I will sit alone and wonder
Is it not meant to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem