The stranger my heart longs for,
The clock is ticking
Faster than usual,
I will have to hastily convey this to you.
You stole my heart long before
I firmly advised my heart
Love is for the weak! Never fall a victim of its cruelty'
The doors of my heart got blinded when they met your charms.
But my love for you caused my heart pains as it made it leap.
So I quit loving you!
And as the passing year 2020,
I bury those bitter-sweet memories we've shared
Locking those gates,
Burying the keys forever in the deep sea;
Without looking back, ain't Lot's wife!
How cruel you are.
Yours broken hearted,
Amarachi Doris Okoro
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem