I thought you were my Angel,
sent from Heavan's sky.
I thanked God for your presence,
but now I wonder why.
You took your bow and arrow,
and aimed it at my heart.
You let it rip through my soul,
and left me torn apart.
I wondered what went wrong,
I loved you without fail.
But then I figured it out;
you're just a typical male.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch! ! ok...I've finally found one that I can't totally agree with. I don't think there is any such thing as....a typical male! There are many wonderful men out there...but it's like panning for gold...you have to search through a lot of pebbles...before you find that rock...that is truly gold inside! Just my two cents worth... hugs, Dee