I don't know what I did,
and I don't know what to do.
It seems that everything I've done
is asking for trouble.
I tried to be nice,
but the anger began to show.
I tried some sarcasm,
you can guess how well that goes,
I tried silence,
she didn't like that at all.
Now I've got no options,
and it shows.
I just want her to be happy,
and to let go of the past.
I just want her to be quiet
and forget all of the gaffs.
Now I am just a man,
stumbling, I suppose.
Why is she mad at me?
I guess I know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would like nothing more than to offer some advice, but this kind of thing is out of my league. Just be yourself, Jeff