I can not speak these words of love to you,
Or leave a breadcrumb trail,
As I know for sure my heart's in two,
As sure as Love must fail.
I must pay my days of sentence,
With nobody to pay my bail,
I know that love's my penence,
As I know that Love must fail.
As I cry these tears that glisten,
I resite my woeful tale,
I pray that you will not listen,
Like I pray that Love must fail.
As I pull sweet petals off roses,
There comes a heavy hail,
I see what the storm proposses,
It proposses that love has failed.
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I would like to translate this poem
when your grief turns to sadness like stars fall from your eyes please wake up to your friends and let you nor tomorrow ever have to die