I care about you... really
In my own and selfish way
I don’t know how to tell you
But I’ll now be on my way
We had some times I think were nice
But so many times were not
So when I think of you, my sir
The good times I forgot
I’m passing through but one more time
I think you ought to know
I’ll remember your sweet and handsome face
But I really now must go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time changes so as attitude