Why? why does love exist?
in my heart...when my muse don't feel it?
Why? What for?
Why do i breathe?
when my love is nowhere to be found?
why do i whimper...if he no longer hears? ..
I shall gladly die..
to continue this life will be a lie..
for he was the only light that burned in the dim
the only beauty..the only rhyme..that was him.
Woe is to me..i live yet i stand here shattered
It is my heart..yes..it is my heart..he murdered!
by moments shared..of embraces that were lethal
forsaken! my heart is alone in its funeral...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the mystery of love.... so sad....the title itself is so sad.. words convincing..... ouch...so hurting, , , , , , , , i also ask...WHY it should be this way? oh love, i cant understand YOU! 10/10 Maya _maia_