If your mind has to pick
between the one you love
and the one you like,
Do you really love that person?
But what if you pick them every time,
over different people?
You don't pick Jane, Joe, Jack or Jill.
You always pick the one that makes your heart swell.
So what if there's an ounce of doubt?
That doesn't have to mean the end...
Does it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem