Broken hearts are so very weak,
How can we repair, the irreparable?
How can we create what we seek?
How can we search in the scorching sands,
For that, that we cannot speak?
So abstract is the yearning for feeling,
A love that will make life complete,
That nothing becomes more appealing,
Than to have and to hold what's unique.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time is a great healer. Scars remain but should not be scratched when they itch