Now, what to say when I've said it all,
What to do when I've heard it all.
What to see when I've seen you smile,
I wanted to be with you...for a while.
Now I know it will not be,
Even though I know, you belong with me.
You do not look at me like I look at you,
But then again, that's nothing new.
I am what they call a 'hopeless romantic, '
When I saw you I was always frantic.
My heart stopped and I thought of nothing else,
But then again, I may have been a little pedantic.
There is no crying about split milk,
So I will stop myself now,
When we separate we may never see each other,
but know that the is someone who will still love you, somehow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem