It was more or less
a dating era.
My age wasn't at ease
each got one by trial
I had the impulse
seeking for a release
it I had to release
so i got a fit, as i thought.
Now my own girl
something else
what a curl.
break up i suppose.
It became a bleak purpose
with friends it became bright.
wow, i wanted a taste
but got a plight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loves a devils potion, who you think is the one tonight probably wont be the one tomorrow nice read