I wish that a day will come
when you would finally stop
looking for secret chances
of making other women happy..
my unselfish heart do understand
that this is how you feel pleasure
by charisma you think it is right
owning the pride and attention
these are just fleeting happiness
that brings sadness to others
watching you while under the spell
each time in it you choose to dwell
why can't you stay sincere to the
person that have trusted you
with her whole heart and soul?
one who loves you, the real you..
the pride you've shown others,
your love for that other girl
no qualms in wanting to
shout to the world you care
for that certain girl
which you've never
done for me..
Would that day ever come?
that finally you would feel
the desire to let other people
know the you love me
more than her?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem