I’m not desperate, nor am I longing too much,
I just grow weak under your caring touch,
And should I ever have the need to be alone,
I’ll definitely be able to stand on my own.
I’m not jealous, nor am I wanting what she’s got,
Although, when inspected, it is an irritating lot,
Mostly the fact that she has him, and I don’t,
I’m not jealous, wasn’t, am not and definitely won’t.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem