Her lips have chosen.
Whom to kiss.
Her arms wrapped,
tightly around his.
Her eyes,
gazed into what will never be mines..
Her waist,
his to hold.
Her hand..
his to kiss.
For she has Chosen.
Never will she be mines.
I chose to love one,
that will never love me back.
I've fallen for one..
that loves another.
I've loved one..
that spoke those lines..
that is now said..
and heard..
with another mind.
One..
She was My One..
in a lifetime.
Yet...
She has Chosen..
another to be in her lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem