While going I asked her
'Why you are taking my heart with you? '
'No.It is with you.How can I take it? '
But I know it is no more with me.
Because I can feel the bleeding.
and it is continously flowing thick red blood
from my heart as if it is broken into pieces
I will never get back that stolen half
Heart will continue to bleed without ever clotting.
That is a pain I have to live with
like an amputed organ,
reminding me of the loss always
every minute and seconds
of my living days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds as if you love her very very much. Lylyanna