The man who played the game so well
who got the girl of his dreams
laying next to him
panting hard
sleeping sound now.
He thinks to himself
how he could do it differently
how he would change the rules
and the decisions.
So he does.
He goes out
and plays again
making his lover
become the other
and the wife want the knife
and its all a sad story
and in the end
he wishes he had't played again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem