I was the only one
that didn't stretch
to touch you.
I felt insincere
sitting there
while you were playing
with your white dress
beneath the bells
of the church.
Our little kiss
secret bargain between us
passed silently
and no one knew
I was there
before him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is gorgeous! Even better because of its ability to be interpreted- not explicitly set in stone. Love it- keep writing! !