Hearts are like precious jewels,
One move and they can be stolen or broken.
You stole mine, filled it with joy then left it wounded.
They tell me wounds heal within days,
But the wounds you left won't heal.
Inside of me they're here to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is so true. It's like the wounds in your heart never heal. ♥ Mandy