Love,
once was
beautiful.
Until you came,
brought me tears and pain
and darkened my heart’s light,
altered my soul’s purity,
and turned the love to lust and sane.
I thought you would stay with me.
But I was wrong, you left.
All that was behind
nothing more than
what I’d call
Mental
Crime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some experiences you have to put down to bad luck. But trust me not all men are the same. It's a very personal piece thank you for sharing Celine. Regards. Craig.