Don't ask me why I love you, dear
I cannot explain; I'm unsure
of the reason behind loving you.
But if you were not so rare,
I suppose many others
would carry the same in you.
Now, if I measure what I need —
honestly, I don't need you,
yet I want you
with all my heart and soul.
I know I cannot have all I want, so
I never asked for your permission,
even if I am the one
to play the fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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