Sweet are your words,
But conveying no essence;
Not just like fantasy,
But far from reality;
How can you prove the love,
That you told you have;
When you think only for yourself,
And feel nothing of others feelings?
Please tell no more lies,
No one wants your lies.
As faith is proven with good works,
So are words must bear fruits.
Don't tell me that you love me,
When you can't even give little care.
Words are passing but works are forever,
Remembered in the hearts of those you care.
(2/08/17. 8: 05 p.m)
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I would like to translate this poem
Add a comment. True! Many lies,,Faith without works. A good poem!