My words seemed so sweet
That she had me repeat
In hopes that we’d meet
Somewhere in the middle
As fickle as love is
We didn’t know fiddle
The words were a riddle
This sad ending refrain
Has left me pleading in vain
As I stand forlorn in the rain
Perhaps I’ll just play my fiddle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem