It is not within my control
whoever you want to love
I do not have the power
to teach and hold your heart
I am just a passing fancy
to give your heart delight
whenever you are lonely
to make your day lively..
who am I to stop you
to love her this much
after she's long gone
you feel it's still undone
feelings of loneliness
you'll wish to profess..
who am I to you?
I am just a fling
that you played with
while you miss and mourn
for your love so true...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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