I knew I would be right.
We believed it to be true.
But
(and bear with me here
As I do my male analogizing) ,
It's the third period;
The fourth quarter;
Fifth set;
Tenth round;
Last round;
Last lap
(can you think of another
to describe my situation) .
In thirteen hundred weeks
I'll give you confirmation
And you'll have an epiphany.
You'll have to agree
(sorry about this next part)
I was in the game 'til
The fat lady sang,
'Hallelujah.'
I told you I'd love you til I died,
But you threw in the towel.
And I don't even get to say
'I told you so.'
Love, Always
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem