I was such a fool.
Stubborn as a mule.
I drove you into the arms of another man.
Now I have no life, no plan.
I refused to believe that you needed more love than I was giving.
Now that you're gone, it is going to be hard for me to keep on living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is true. We have prices to pay for our shortcomings. We grieve for what we have lost. Nice write.