He walked on by. He didn't choose me. He gave me hope to believe. His lies and the deceit of not knowing true love. I had one maybe two. They gave me an insecure false hope in love. I wanted him to choose me over and over. Yet he is still not the one that I would chose today. If I was given a chance at love again and able to learn from my mistakes just then I would tell my younger self to learn to choose wisely and not let my ruminating thoughts of hopeless love dictate my life because true love doesn't exist in solely a man but in Jesus Himself. I hope she listens to me 10 years from now because she is far more worth than rubies and diamonds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem