I was eager to go, I can hardly wait
On my calendar I, even, marked the willing date
It was a blessing from god, a tender touch from my fate
It’s an opportunity I’m willing to cease
… a good luck-for me- to create
In my mind, I even thought of topics for our debate
I was nervous so I arrived early; I don’t want to be late
She was, already, with another one, even, in critical state
Every thing was a fake; I was just the next one, for her, to date
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem