It happens
most of the time
what you think
that is good you
offer
a bouquet of
flowers
a set of hands
to be bound
for love
it happens
unrequited
unequaled so
you throw all of
what you have to offer
away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe those things to her are not love. When a person truly gives of themselves it is not wasted even if it is not returned. Why settle for crumbs and prison bars to prove you deserve love. Wait for a King's portion. When it is right it will be more than you could ever have imagined.