So much love….I used to admire
So much love…..I used to desire
So much love……I used to do
So much pain……now it’s giving me too….
Now love has gone….pain has come…
No, love has vanished….pain has appeared…
Actually, love has suffered…pain has cherished….
In fact, pain has conned my love to this painful peril….
I loved a girl…..who thought me of friend
I loved a girl ….. who hoped for me the best
I loved a girl…..who brought the in me, the best
I loved a girl ….who had faith in me,
I loved a girl……..who understood me….
So I let her know…….who fooled me of my infatuation….
Wanted to gift her red fool by a fool who is foolely in love with her
But actually she made me an April fool
To crank this fool’s emotions as just being a fool…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem