Now I was thinking to myself,
Just the other day,
'Why, isn't she a pretty girl? '
(In a neutral sort of way)
And in response my self said back
(My neutrality never wavering) ,
'Why, yes, and there's other points
About her worth belaboring.'
Of course it couldn't let that go,
And things got out of hand,
Not to say I felt something,
It was innocent, you understand.
But that wretched thing I call my mind
(I was neutral, you see)
Made the jump from innocence
To thinking, 'Maybe she'd be good for me.'
And so you see the dilemna,
In my lost neutrality.
All my mind sees is a friend,
But my heart quite disagrees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem