When love was bright and blue.
We ran like puppies through a yard,
But this I never knew.
We both said we would be friends for life,
Not knowing what it meant,
Not knowing how to go through hell
And not somehow repent;
Not knowing that love was something hard,
Like a stone against the wind,
life itself might be a prize
The heart would leave behind.
But now I know the deepness of love,
And it is not worth all the pain,
Though if it wasnt for love or life I would
Go through hell again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem