'Forever yours' was promised many times.
Other times, it though she was so precious that
It waited in lines,
Standing, hoping, praying, for her attention.
For her mark was penned on it, by love.
'Things would never work out'
this heart has been told.
But being stubbornly stupid,
On what-ifs it continued to hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem