Soft brown hair,
silky sweet words,
golden eyes, filled with glow,
you never cared,
about the rumors that had spread.
The way you held out your hand,
gave me advice,
about the man that I thought I had loved.
Your glasses making you able to see,
what just wasn't meant to be,
but knowing that you and I,
had the chance to be,
what he and I could never have been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem