There are pieces of glass on the floor
These shards are just pieces of my heart's door
Yesterday they came tumbling down
And I could not even frown
I should have known from the start
This is how it ends as a tart
When I thought I had heard you clearly
You were still only playing me
My belief is shaken
I knew it didn't exist
But you I could not resist
And I thought true love awakens
I am just picking up the pieces now
But I still hope somehow
You will survive this slough
I shall reshape you like dough
I don't need anything for me
But you I need to save urgently
I am here for you my love
My mission from above
We shall trudge along the barren deserts
Through icy waters and fiery storms
Hand in hand I shall guide you
Swim crazily in the wildest seas
Ski in the winter, slide on the slope
With me you wont need any dope
You will be high 9-5
Then you are on your own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem