As I remember love to get,
When then wishing it to possess.
To destroy until it from me left.
So wrong was I and had I been,
To believe what I received freely...
I could smother with a suffering it,
Until it ends.
To have envy and jealousy within me begin.
As I remember love to get,
When then wishing it to possess.
To destroy until it from me left.
With a teaching of a lesson I will never forget.
Love to give or get can not be possessed.
Or kept under lock and key.
Always there is someone else who comes,
Knowing how to undo and remove a lock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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