Thinking about you again today, for the umpteenth time this week: 
And I'm quite unsure if these are things of which I now should speak, 
But I have maintained that honesty is the best way to live, 
And when I err, I honestly hope that you'll know how to forgive.
But back to you, when there are so many other things to think, 
Just because I've been passed a glass, doesn't mean I need to drink, 
Why have I circled round, when I should have gone far away, 
And why am I so drawn to you when you've no inclination to stay? 
For practical purposes, I need to know how I can love while unattached, 
And how do I store the necessary evils, to keep from being dispatched? 
When all is said and done, I want to have done what I have said, 
There is no room for you beside me, in either my life or my head.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem