your pounding intrudes me.
It fills me with pains;
I ache with sorrow of thee.
You tell me to love,
but why do you break thee?
If it's not meant to be, then why?
Why don't you let me see?
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I would like to translate this poem
Thjs conversation with your heart asking why it lets you love when you may not be loved in return makes a very very beautiful poem.Your way with words is fantastic.Be still my beating heart indeed well done