My dreams with you have been put on hold,
When you started to become so cold.
Our relationship was destined to become sour;
Which explains why I fell in love with happy hour.
Thinking about how our love was so brief;
Alcohol and Tylenol becomes my only relief.
Now not just Frost can say,
Nothing gold can stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This will never be me, no matter if you decide to leave, but I would like for you to stay.