A mysterious third party or in a triangle of underground connection
Lee's move to the nerves, to the heart and to the soul
Habit of infidelity grows like fruit that blooms with full of dishonesty
It is hard to uproot if it is the routine or become a curse to be mastered as like a specialist of lying in the world of Love.
Poem by: Herbert Guitang
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, the habit of infidelity is hard to uproot if it is routine