Although my words diffuse out of your mind
They float like castles in the air,
That we never seem to find
You seem to drift in and out of this
Every once in a while
But there's something subtle in the kiss
Or the silly joke that cracked a smile
It's a one headlight truck in the highway,
Our love's too weak and fragile
But I always had my hopes up high
Now I've got so much to say
Yet somehow, words never really come my way
I underestimated the importance of common sense
Guess I've overestimated the power of confidence
But if you carefully evaluate the laws of attraction
You will be assured there is no such thing called perfection
And yes; the good things lie, in between the imperfection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem