Whether you go from glad to mad,
Sad and back to glad again.
Guess who has been there,
To experience it with you?
Guess who could have left...
But decided not to?
I'll make your options multiple choice,
If that's what you'd like me to do.
However,
Whatever you choose...
To allow me to get through to you,
Know this...
I have not tinted my hair the color of gray,
Because I want the people to think...
It is premature.
And I wish to keep it that way!
You, my dear...
Have been a habit I just can not kick!
You are definitely a piece of work,
I seem not to be able to leave alone...
Or totally decide I have had it to split!
It's gotta be love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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