There are things that often confuse the mind
And it is strange I must say
A trick or two or maybe a cloudy gesture
Often confuse the mind!
You often say those little things
That leads one to believe that there is hope
And other times, it may be just a smile
To assure me that promises are sure to come
No matter if love never enters into our hearts
We will still be friend
This is strange I must say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title of your poem is 'Strange', but the poem itself is not. 'No matter if love never enters into our hearts We will still be friend This is strange I must say' - This is a somewhat common feeling when a relationship ceases to work.