Two worlds one heart, one love an endless art,
You love me more you love me less,
A firm struggling test.
One night you said tyo me the words 'we were meant to be.'
I believed you, I could see you sitting in that rocking chair my grandfather made.
I guess things change and never stay the same,
One day you were gone and I was forced to move on,
This endless pain that came when you left now begins to eat away at my heart.
This love is gone and has been gone from the start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem