Well that's fine for me
but I guess it's got to be
because you're leaving either way.
It's a bit too much for me
I'll try not to let you see
does it even matter what I say.
I'll be smiling when you leave,
crying inside desperately
trying to forget your name.
Trying to make a stranger's face
take your place
where love ought to be.
- Samuel Richard Leonard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem