Why did I talk to you when
everyone else said not to?
Why did i become friends with you
when I knew your bad ways?
Why did I listen to you
when i knew that you would mislead me?
Why did i hold your hands
when i knew that i would like you?
Why did i do these things?
What could it be?
Maybe it was the one thing that everyone wants.
Maybe it was the one thing closest to magic.
Maybe it was love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem