am alone, by choice you see. 
No time for romance, it just isn't me. 
Or, maybe it's pain...that I don't long to feel, 
that keeps me alone, and afraid to feel. 
I look at a couple and sometimes think, 
I used to have that, but now it's history. 
I open my eyes as if from a dream..I'm another year older..and time is passing me. 
A Lonely Dove I am and may forever me, but I am surrounded by color's and that's enough for me.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    