It will take me a thousand years to find the right man.
Because God gave me him, took him away and placed me with no other clan.
There seems to be some kind of attachment,
I didn't ask God for,
But the only one who knows what I think,
is him and its forever more.
Personally I think we could be funny,
but he has no sense of humor,
because he has aged very fast, he's lost that sense of humor.
He isn't much of a romantic, he has no clue on what to do,
so if you want flowers, buy them yourself, because he doesn't know the consumer.
He knows I tease him, but this is really true, he looks good in
anything.
He's lucky like that and I could look all day, his face makes me sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem