So there's my Second Opinion,
THAT look -
annoyed.
How dare I show you
something so -
SILLY!
I thought it good.
(or I pretend)
aware that you don't care
for my defence.
Young stubborn stance!
It's your poor eyes that I offend!
This sorry start.
I have no doubt
you'll make it right,
as true is true
out there, in sight.
My Second Opinion
unto that end,
is never wasted
as first, my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem