There are times we all have had,
When our thoughts to think...
And words to say,
Become exchanged.
By the wrong intention.
To leave a thoughtlessness useless,
In attempts to try to explain.
Especially when mingling,
With others in social gatherings.
'Finally, I get to meet you.
And it has to be true.
About you being such the scholar.
Everyone says this.
Leaving me to believe it too! '
-Excuse me?
What...did you just call me? -
'I am so sorry.
I meant to say scholar.
You are certainly nobody's fool.
I apologize.'
-Is that what you've heard?
And think of me? -
'Yes.
And after meeting you,
I must agree.'
-Well,
I can only say...
The feeling is mutual.-
'Thank you.
Thank you so much.
No one has ever told me that before.
I mean,
Not to my face.'
-That makes two of us.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem