Oh, you could have made me happy,
Could've done away what made me sad.
Instead, you just chose to shun me
Like I was an Amish man gone bad.
I promised you but happiness,
Promised to always make you glad.
Now, that we're void of each other,
None of the above will ever be had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem