Love, love has come my way,
And everythings' gonna be okay!
And I wonder why you seem so natural to me,
But why does the world won't ever satisfy me?
Why do I strived so much to have all my wants,
Then having what I wanted, I would want something more?
The things that I got tasted bland and unreal,
My heart still aches for something/someone pleasing?
If having what I want is bland, then why
Should I want my wants?
Realizing that all I ever want is you;
But I keep asking myself why?
(7/01/04. 1: 15 p.m)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem