She is timid adorn with classical beauty,
Elegance and finesse, a silhouette of her soul.
She is...the equal opposite of me.
I am wild and strong-willed,
Clumsy and careless, dearly me.
You see, he'll never want me.
He would choose her over anyone else.
It's the truth I must admit.
[I am utterly dumbstruck...I don't know how to narrate this stupid feeling inside. Maybe, covering the truth with this lie would pacify my quivering heart...this short poem is dedicated to you, my secret love!]
