if this is
how it'll be,
this is
disappointed,
loyal
me.
I don't love you
any less for it,
and you'll just
make the best of it
until there's nothing
left
of it,
but, I'll
never
see
things
your way.
I guess because
I've never
signed my life
away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice trite cute use of rhyming with a slightly bitter edge on devotion