why do people turn something so precious to be something so painfull why we turn a blessing into a curse why does love hurts sometimes when we do it right instead of cherishing and adoring why do we always weep peopler tend to forget that love is journey and needs a driver with a license and what they do is act so opportunistic and take advantage why cant we just leave it as special and true as it is and be thankfull for the natural gift that the Lord has given us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem