I lay in bed thinking if I was doing the right thing,
Young beautiful and innocent she seems,
Should I think twice or wait for chance,
But has not that several times my heart diced,
She is so sweet and adorable,
A heart so kind the thought of breaking it is unbearable,
Too soon to tell but still I'll close my eyes and take
the step,
Am sure she has been thinking the same,
As always there are minor complications,
Hopefully nothing with which we can't compromise,
Whether or not am a dreamer is yet to seen,
For now she is the envy of my dreams,
To be honest I perceive myself as a peaceful person,
Never had to hate, fight or keep a grudge for any
reason,
Yet my greatest weakness so far is that am skeptical,
Strangely I find myself easily trusting her which is so
ironical,
I can't help it but smile each time I think of her,
Am sure she'd say 'I'm deep like that.' as her favorite
words are,
I'll try to be the best man I can be,
And hopefully I'll be seen for who I really am, me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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