I loved you more than anyone should
and felt no pain in it.
But when I felt my withering heart
I knew that at any minute
she’d cry out at the least little thing
and murmur soft and low
Why? My girl is there no pride in you,
why can’t you let him go?
And the answer always came back to me.
“There’s nothing I can do.”
So heart be still and quietly beat
while I will love him true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Some time all we need is to love.