I used to be strong before I meet you
I used to be calm before I meet you
I used to be giving before I meet you
I used to be nice before I meet you
But that was before now this is after
I'm not strong because my love has made me weak
I'm not calm for my love became a storm
I'm not giving for my love made me selfish
I'm not nice because I can no longer wish for your happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem