I take a look at this book,
A book of my life.
Since I met him,
It's not my life anymore.
The book of my diary,
Have been written everythin
of anythin that I know about him.
Gradually, he becomes my life.
'My diary' have written outside,
But his life story is written inside.
Maybe it's confusin about this,
My diary or his?
28th Nov,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate. I know what it's like, when all of your thoughts are focused on that one person. Such an interesting topic to write about. I really like it.