Choose the one with the perfect smile,
the one with glistening eyes.
Choose the one who likes you a lot,
maybe the one you love the most.
Choose her over me,
anyday;
and I swear,
I swear on all the letters
I wrote but couldn't send,
I would never stop you.
Choose her,
if only
all of her can
Ever,
love you more than
whatever is left
of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes the choices of the ones we love baffle us and yet sometimes our own choice to continue to love them even after they have betrayed us baffles us even more.. A poignant write Christine.. Thanks for sharing..