The things I will never fully
Understand about my person:
One, that I hate goodbyes. I could never live with too many.
The sun sets; the sun comes back. People do not
Always; the world misses out on a lot.
Two, that I love _____ and I _____;
And I, never fully understanding,
Would often pause to wonder how or why.
But in all of this, I wish you knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem