Sometimes...it seems credit isn't given to you when you feel that it is due.
Sometimes...you believe that things important to me should also be important to you...no true.
Sometimes...pressures are placed on you when you think they shouldn't be...
Sometimes...occassional disagreements happen between you and me...and things don't seem as good as they ought to be...
Then quite times come...and your thoughts ramble on...your checking emotions...while playing a song...composure drifts in and calmness arrives...you talk to me...then listen between your deep sighs...
Sometimes...I love you so deeply...I forget your a grown man...I loose sight that you need not my protection...only a helping hand...
Forgive me for my posessiveness...I promise to let go...but when the times comes you need me...please let me know...
My pride...my friend...my son...I do love you so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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