All my emotions make you ill
All time now stands still
Abandon me tomorrow:
Before i cause you more sorrow
For i know you still love me with all your heart
But i now know that we must be split apart,
Since i know i will cause you more pain
Which should not be apart of this game
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I would like to translate this poem
The nasty game of love? or misunderstanding? Preets