A horror descending
Of two people pretending
And their 'love' forever bending
Never again mending
Just a tittle of status
Makes things more disastrous
When two people on a whim
Are left out on a limb
One second, warm and lively
And life is going so nicely
Next second, cold and full of despair
Like their 'love' was never really there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem