you have changed
but in my heart i keep the old one
your innocence was strange
but those days are done
your white pure heart
didnt carry hate
your beauty was art
for getting back its late
your eyes had a spark
it drifts, me away
in my heart you made a mark
its so deep and will never go away
you were like an angel
send to be with me
but i didnt keep my angel
and it coulnt saty with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem