In my young life, its happend once or twice. A boy came in the picture, and we made a good mixture. I was the girl and he was the boy. He ruled my world, he brought me joy. He was in charge, and my heart was at large. We would have a good time, and the sun always shined. It would only get dark when we were apart. If only we could have been together forever than maybe the weather would be so much better. But alas his love ran out fast. He ruled my life and my world. And when he left he would leave me crushed and souless. But worst of all he would take my heart with him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem