I wonder how it started,
when you drawn the line.
Was it jealousy you felt,
or my attention you wanted?
You acted cold on me,
for quite a time I let it be.
Thinking it will passes away.
but it still lingers until today.
What have I done to cause it,
when all I do is love you?
Have I fell short of your standard,
or you simply have falling out of love?
Is it that easy for you,
to just tell me to go?
To nowhere of no return,
with no one else I can turn to?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes people do just fall out of love as easily as they fall in love, a well penned piece Marvin, Lynda xx