They don't produce you in factorys
Don't wrap you in plastic paper
I can't find you on sale anywhere
They don't even bother to make price tags
Because they know
that I can't buy you
There's no replacement if I break you
There's no guarantee
I can't be sure to keep you
long
And there's noone like you
The only thing that I can do
Is to have your love
For a short while
In the exchange of my own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where there's a will, there's always a way, my friend