i could have been true
and i could have loved you
much truer than true,
but when i first met love
it bluffed me
i never had it so true
it only played a game on me
i learned from love first
and now it must not blame me
i only have to return
what was first given to me
i am playing this game
and hurting is not a word to say
you know the rules
and there is no one to blame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem