Our love was an angelic gift, sudden and deep.
Too good to be true, it went unasked down the drain.
The lonely sleepless nights without you made me weep.
I had nothing but your mental picture on the brain.
I still can't understand why you walked out on me.
I should have stopped you before it was too late.
How come I've turned into my own worst enemy?
Suffering from love sickness, missing my mate.
I wish we met one another without a hitch.
I don't care if in heaven or in the real world.
It's a mystery to me why love is a bitch,
Leading us into unreality, so blurred...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem