I’m afraid I may be late
A year to be precise
Why did I wait
And choose self sacrifice?
Now you are gone
And I’m still here
Pretended to move on
The prize went to my fear
Everything told me
To be with you
Why couldn't I see
What not to do
I went the easy route
Greeted by pain
The thought of us
We were mundane
I’ll keep our memory secret
Golden and true
I shall not regret
For I will always love you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem