When she burnt me, sliced me with a knife
took some shots
with the pistol
through the bathroom door
I should have left, should have walked out
should have started a new life,
should have left her then
but love is a damned thing
which ignores errors
and I kept on loving
even when she cheated me
with another man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem