What had been to another,
Felt to regret or lie to deny.
A heart left to break to mend again,
Will always feel deserving of love.
No matter who tries,
To keep this feeling in them hidden.
Pretending it stays that way,
From others to hide.
Whether to have experienced it given.
Or received to get.
It is nearly impossible,
To forget and quit...
A love to feel it deep.
Not to reminisce or miss to dismiss it.
Since love is that one emotion,
That can bring happiness and tears...
To remember for years,
Who was given that power to allow this.
Leaving a heart to break to mend,
Vowing to never...
With it heard to say,
They will not ever do again.
'Be used as a tool to be tricked and fooled! '
But can not prove,
A life to live without love to feel,
Is at the top of their wish list.
To anyone deserving to give.
Or accept to permit it felt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem