The stars look down upon my heavy heart,
I stare back with a grin that shows my pain,
A questioning mind of my doesn’t let my happiness grow,
So I ask my self another question am I still sane?
Love, is it happy or is it a form of pain,
Pain that is hidden behind a mask like mountains dark face covered by snow,
Does it really give a new happy experience to one unknown to love?
Or is it pain again or does happiness come around slow.
So I ask the question to the star looking down upon me,
Should I love a one that has given me pain?
Or should I forget her with ever living regret,
The worlds give me an answer! Am I walking in the right lane?
Should I Love?
Should I forget?
The answer lies in fate,
So my life goes on with ever lasting pain.
Love comes in all shapes, forms, and sizes? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah this was better..good work