The girl that I love,
has another in her mind.
Her heart toward for him,
and I left behind.
My love for her will never change,
for I shall never find one as lovely as my love.
Her face ever shining,
her stance made me move.
Perhaps it was meant so,
for maybe we were not meant for one another.
But, my heart aches,
and I shall love no other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem