Love is deep,
Mysterious and sweet.
Scars of the past,
are to real to last.
pain is only part of love,
but I hide in a building like a small black dove.
This pain inside is far too real,
so instead I'll take this small peice of steel,
I mean what I say,
but it is still true today.
This is sad but still true.
So I'm in my room still missing you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem