Whether she wants it or not,
in this life or the next,
she holds my heart,
and all it connects,
in her palm,
she loved me so,
I loved her back,
but now she must go,
away from me,
our tears will fall,
asking ourselves,
if their also staring at a wall,
through pain and fire,
I'll find you still,
even if eternity takes its fill,
my heart and my soul,
are yours to keep,
your forever in my dreams
my love and my sweet.
-Dying Romantic 5: 30 AM July 15th 2008
'whether she wants it or not...she holds my heart...' this poem is very possessive. amazingly written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem love with your heart think with brain but do not act insane good attempt Brandon cheers