The girl walked up to the boy, and said,
'Do you think I'm pretty? '
'No.' The boy replied.
'Do you like me? '
'No.'
'Would you want to be with me, tomorrow? '
'No.'
'Would you miss me when I'm gone? '
'No.'
The girl had enough. With tears in her eyes, she turned away.
But the boy grabbed her hand.
'I don't think you're pretty. I think your beautiful.
'I don't like you. I love you.
'I wouldn't want to be with you just tomorrow. But for forever. One day is too short.
'I wouldn't miss you when you're gone. I would die.'
The boy wiped away her tears, with his warm hand, and hugged her,
kissing her forehead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem