There he came
confident as a prince,
for in fact, he was a prince
and he was a nice boy
I guess,
if you like the sort
who like you because
you’re a princess
and he brought
red roses
which cost him nothing
and I don’t like red roses
but he never asked me
what it was
I do like
because he’s not
the one for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem