A kiss is something,
to rejoice in.
But not the last,
It is not.
On that night I cried.
I cried so much.
I stopped.
Until Now.
I realize now,
I still cry.
I cry inside through the day.
To myself I cry.
Thinking of you.
Beauty so pure.
You were the best.
I gave you away.
Out here alone,
I will forever cry,
Inside.
Until the end,
I will cry.
But never will I forget OUR LAST KISS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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