Back when we wrote assignments daily
You kept your diary of stories about me
Things we would do together daily
Even how you felt towards me
Clueless and naive I was
Never thought you cared for me like that
So you enjoyed our highchool
Worked and went to college
Til one day we met and you poured out
Your beautiful feelings I cannot comply
Stupid and shocked I threw your feelings
Naive and afraid I wasted your diary
Now I remember what you have done lovingly
That love when when given should also be timely
Happy to see where you are now soaring
Maybe your meant for better things now that you are lofty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem