If I were free
and me was me,
any one of a hundred
would say let's be we.
But only she...
pulls at me...
like the moon
pulls at the tide.
By her side
She and me
become we.
If I were accessible
And up for grabs,
not a few would keep tabs.
Not that I'm all that,
But I'm at least some of that.
Many might ask,
many may inquire
But she...is my only desire.
My heart she was won.
My head she has spun.
Without her...undone.
Though this be true,
At her request, I shall do
this thing called cool.
What else is there to do?
I too have learned to
never say never.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem