In a park where i sit,
a bench is were it fits,
a couple here a couple there,
dont worry about the tears,
what i wear is a wedding dress,
i look a mess,
dont you see it wasnt ment to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that would be horrible, to stand at the alter with such regret and know that person isnt the one!