Meeting you was destiny,
destiny without knowing if you're involved
Whatever words they say; i; ll still be over you
You're not handsome but cool
You're not perfect, but seems to be fitted in my heart.
Loving you was my choice
The way I act is the way I want you to hear my voice
Eventhough, I know there's no chance,
I won't waste every second to glance
But it's no need for me to crave
Because anything that is not assumed of
Is worth waiting for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem