When i was young i felt all i needed was love.
It did not matter how i was loved just that i was.
The illusion of real love kept me there,
through bumps, bruises, and bumpy roads.
I stayed true to the love
The idea of forever tasted sweet
Until the season left and brought reality
Then the real test of love came and went
No longer were my eyes glazed
No longer cuold i blame it on a phase
I was faced with a decision
An urgency for a choice to be made
Have joy here and there
OR
Work for the companion i knew was out there
I chose to walk away
There was not enough love left for me to stay
Alone into the world i went
Scared at first but slowly gaining strength
I have had a boy here and there
but still know my Man is out there waiting,
waiting for me somewhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem