Idle words and promises,
a list of little white lies,
broken dates with no
excuses - just false alibis!
A second romance over,
he began to see the light
recalling many a wasted day
and many a loveless night.
Turning around to walk away
and ponder all alone, a wish
he made, that soon he'd find
a third love of his own. But
desire faded with the dawn
'twice bitten and thrice shy'
Shattered was his dream of love
and the years went scurrying by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem