When I first took a glance of you,
I knew we had a future.
Every look, I hooked,
But something told me, I wasn't for you.
I ignored it and fell right for you.
Falling for you wasn't as right as I pondered.
The lies that we're told,
I was told to believe it.
Now I figured I was ordered to leave it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem