I kiss your forehead
And stroke your hair.
I say 'goodbye'.
And start to cry.
I missed you
Even at that moment.
I still regret it.
But you don't, not one bit.
I know why you
Don't show any regret.
Cause it is your fault,
For bringing our relationship to a hault.
YOU cheat!
I leave!
I wont bage at your feet.
Pride, I will achieve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The first two stanzas are well put. bg