Once when you leave it,
The magic of it doesn't come back.
When you leave it,
The mystery of it is gone.
And when you need it,
Whatever it was disappears...
To never return again to feed AND give.
Yes once you leave it,
The magic of it doesn't come back.
When you leave it,
The mystery of it is gone.
And when you need it,
Whatever it was disappears...
To never return again to feed what it is.
The moment it is missed the feeling hits!
And...
Nothing substitutes to help a wounding forget.
No.
The feeling is too strong to just dismiss.
Yes.
And there you sit,
Alone with your tears.
Once when you leave it,
The magic of it doesn't come back.
When you leave it,
The mystery of it is gone.
And when you need it,
Whatever it was disappears...
To never return again to feed AND give.
Once when you leave it,
There's no mistaking what's left in your heart.
Yes when you leave it,
You know...
Just who has been the fool.
'Cause when you leave it,
Your mind becomes torn apart.
And that guilt inside,
Begins to start...
To never end.
Once when you leave it.
And when you leave it...
That guilt inside,
Begins to start...
To never end.
Once when you leave it....
To grieve it!
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I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, Lawrence, as usual, great work, punctuating all rising emotions in me. Keep it up.