I enjoyed it, in the first place
What a wrong thing I made, 
I trusted you. And I thought I knew you; 
But really you should have not made it
Cause, you are unable to have it set.
I waited for the treasure
And you keep running away unsure, 
But you should have came
And I should have accepted.
But you always thought to hide, 
Oh what a wrong thing I made.
Trusting a human like me? 
The one who never respect time? 
And made a promise she never kept.
Poem by: FAITH SITHOLE                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    