I was in love when you are not
I'm weary of mine when you are
You called when I'm too busy to hear
I reach out when you are weary of my species
You really came around when I'm tired of waiting
What a shame!
I wish you love sooner
You wish I love later
I wish I could still feel the butterfly
You pray my waiting meets your yielding
We wish my sooner embraces your later
Guess we don't really have all we desire
What a shame!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem