My mind and heart are split
For when you sought to win me over
Win me is what you did.
I do know you never meant to hurt me
I believe you speak truly
But now this distance renders me still
And as I dream I lose my will
In memory of your smile
So warm, so sweet in its guile.
But there’s a light that shines within you
That warms me ever so
You don’t yet really know yourself
Or what you can achieve
You think...but don’t truly believe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem