Do look up to yourself
And forgive yourself
Life is difficult to please
So shape yours right for your ease
It's easy to see and admire
But hard to fulfill to care
Your luve I motive to adhere
With hope of not to despair
You path papers not my heart share.
My despondent doubts:
Is my luve for you is now your strife
This is flowing in my blood veins in grief
In this difficult situation I am not to live
I cogitate not to cope still
I need to move on than stay ill
In as much as am in daze
My way now:
Is to hit another road
Yours is dead and I hoard
Ours is not as much
I admit you bit the dust
And I oath not to raise a dust
Experience has taught me:
I should have moved like a snail
To woo the right woman for me.
(Mo Tha Writer)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write like wooing right woman, I like it.