I was just browsing,
looking, searching my soul
found but a beautiful girl.
Yes you were pretty,
yes you were rich
but you were not for me.
You sent me kisses
hugs and two locks of hair
talked sweetly on the phone.
Yes you were pretty
yes you were rich
but you were not for me.
I was your trophy
added, to your long list
it's what your ego sought.
Yes, you were pretty
yes, you were rich
but you were not for me.
Que sera, sera
whatever will be, will be
this union was not to be,
que sera, sera.
I just had a 'que sera, sera' moment myself, Haines, Jr. Setting ourselves free can be a great thing too. Nice job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sherrie, I LOVE it when you talk 'junior' to me. Thanks for your kind comments. Best H (jr.)