I am not yet over hiM
Until now I’m suffering
Felt something cannot explain
No words except repenting
For me, love is like nothing
But makes me crazy being
Whenever I fall in love
I become a great insAne
How to be so true heaRted
If I always pretending
How to let go and proceed
If I keep on possessing
How to express my feeLing
If I retain it hiding
Feel sorry about myself
In past I’m still living
Hoping some will praise me
Instead of criticizing
'Coz he’s the only reasOn
Why my heart still beating
Loving him intend everythiNg
For love I’ll do anything
A plain purpose admitting
“I’m nothing but…..GREAT INSANE”
Quite an emotional poem, loving is good but to be effective leave at least a little love for yourself! True love should not be a great insane but GREAT SANE! High marks. Write more.
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I would like to translate this poem
To some degree I suppose love is indeed a measure of insanity...but oh what a feeling!