if only i could dream and see her
i will be a chorister
if only she knows me
her life will be cool the more
it is no pride or boasting
i will sing a song of penchant
only to her
my life is a silly joke
cool inward, unknown outward
a person they think i am
her friends, even herself
not friends to me
To sing for her
maybe today or tomorrow
rings bell in my bewildered heart
a heart susceptible to resist sight
of her pretty self
If only i'm chanced to sing for her
then she will be a glad
quintessential epitome
to be emulated
she will be glad to make
the right choice
because
i'll live to sing for her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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