love is such a losing game when you have entirely no self worth
to be on a quest then lose your zest is probably even worse
to hold yourself above the rest may seem the best at times
but to lose the plot and forgot who you are is totally unkind
be at peace with yourself though left on the shelf is probably quite wise
the size of the matter really don't matter I think you all might find
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem