They are all the same,
They drive me insane.
Thught I would be safe,
Wrapped in her warm embrace.
I guess it is all fake,
The smile and gaze.
Love beckons me,
Who will be with me?
My pillows whisper,
You will be lonely and you will shiver.
I thought her good,
I guess it is now in the black book.
Only but one is genuine,
My Mother's love is genuine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem