You sometimes make me cry
Sometimes your love makes me want to die
I spend the whole night in sighs
And I wonder at your lies
To me you’re not just another guy
And then I just sit and wonder why
To you I may mean nigh
To me you’re my whole life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes I believe that..we'll always see something different, will always want to see something different..but in truth it's the same view we just always want to look at differently..we only want to see what we want to see..what is not there..we choose to see it differently but deep down we know its the same...