I'm sure you wouldn't understand
I say that a lot when you're around
To think that you could truly feel sympathy
That idea isn't sound
I act on impulse
My mind filled with thoughts
As I ponder about the world I think
I know but I do not
You and I are rather strange
I'd hate to speak ill of you
I'd sooner renounce pacifism
And go after those who do
You, my prized possession
That I cannot say
We both already know
That I don't own you in anyway
Not your heart, nor your soul
Belong to this old man
Who fights to keep you by me
While I still thinks I can
I haven't a clue what to do
As I can sense your depression
Although my actions weren't tantamount
To those at your discretion
I over feel and I dislike it
I wish it'd leave me for good
At least if I couldn't love you
I'd stop hurting you as I could
To me you are the angel
Which continues to bring the light
That while it plagues gloomy disposition
Cheers me up inside
You are who you are
I could never change that
I'd never want to change you
You're amazing just as you are
I couldn't never tell you exactly how I feel
But let this be a start
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem