some say it was for better, some claim it was for worse...but everyone around me tells it was him first...i don't know what to do or say or where to go or why, but everytime i think of him i just break down and cry...And i'll remember when he used to look at me and smile, and i'll remember how he used to ask to stay a while, and i'll remember how he used to say, 'I love you more than anything i have...' and thats....what i'll remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem