I saw your eyes,
Looking my way,
At the corner coffee house.
But then you looked at her,
The same way.
You didn't find me pretty.
It just seemed that way.
Then I saw a pretty girl,
Walk your way,
Your girl friend was jealous.
It just seemed that way.
You didn't care an iota,
About anyone's feelings,
And when both she and I.
Left the coffeehouse.
We didn't care,
It just seemed that way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an attitude poem...it's new, and good! ! !