I know your hurting,
I can see it in your words,
how sad he makes you feel now.
You tell me your crying again,
it comes as no suprise,
he has built up your hopes, time and again,
only to knock them down again,
and you, so innoccent and vulnerable,
always get hurt.
Now I am crying, sad at your pain,
you blame yourself, say you let him have the power,
but you didn't, all you did was fall in love,
the oldest, most painful emotion.
You say your weak now,
that you lack the strength to carry on,
but darling, I will be your strength,
when you are too weak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's as if have heard this before, from others I have never met, but would be so eager to do so - you know what I mean - very sentimental.