I kept telling myself that someday It would end,
I knew eventually I'd have to go back to calling you my friend,
I will love you forever,
and maybe we will be together again,
only If It was meant to be.
The story of love can be over In a blink of an eye,
but me and you both know,
are story Isn't going to be over,
until the day we die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem