My love was pure unconditional.
I ran through the mountains for you.
You walk half way to meet me.
My love was your medicine. You took my love for granted, you wanted affectioned love. My love was true love of happiness of life. The lord ask me what do I want. I said healed my heart, I just want to be happy. He ask me again what do you want. Weak to say vengeance. I love to hate to see you hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem