I know of someone
Who kept everything to herself
And would not talk
To anyone,
Not even me,
Or you.
I know of a young garl
Who kept pains to herself
And she only says
I will be fine
Not even to me,
Or anyone,
But herself.
She walks through this lonely road
I ran to catch up with her
Maybe I could swallow every of her sorrows
Kiss away her pain
Make her know love is a gain
Only then she decided
To share a heart felt pain
With me,
Not anyone,
Or you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is a gain, right, I like it.