Though he left me yesterday,
I am finding that I will be okay.
Of course I love the time we spent,
there for I am not broken, mearly bent.
I'll miss him, but never forget him,
I'm different now than then.
Here, I stand for love to come in,
to sooth me, not broken, just mearly bent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem