Lots of dreams, I had seen with you
and some of them, we could have make happen for sure
but many of them you had crushed and remained a few
it irks me to think your love was pure.
My love was a fresh coat of paint
far from being close to dry
before I was ready to sit the brush, you had a complaint
showed me how things could magnify
New love, I called you night and day
wrote you poems and sang you song
oh, how I wish I could have stayed away
slowly you taught me how we don't belong
I loved you for you and you alone
cared for you as if you and I are the same
your love for me was nothing short of a drop zone
how light I was must have been to disclaim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem