If i were a boy,
I would know when to be a guy and when to be a gentleman.
I bet i would know her inside out..deep down her heart away to her soul..
Would know love behind her insecurities and pain behind her smile..
Why would i'd been offended by her jealousy, because i would realise The fact that their hides my luck, (that somebody out there could love me so much?)
Gosh, that even a gaze of mine towards a certain somebody alters her existence in some way or other..
I would be smart enough to know i better not take her for granted..and the harsh truth that with all the mess i give her,
she still gives us a chance..
I would never compare myself with her because once i was the man who inspired her to succeed..
I would keep note of small things she does for me..the rules she breaks.
the trust she thrashes..
the people she ignores and mostly give up being the princess of her home to be a housewife at my place..
I would be grateful for the fact that in this world full of cheerios she'z the fruitloop holding my life together.
But in order for that to happen i needed to be a MAN! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem