It still hurts this time too
I thought I can handle it
In another year fifteen or so
Perhaps I will look back and know
The hurt is worth the ride
Except you hurt my pride
Then again I should trust
A kind heart is a must
Know him for the things he could
And not what he should
Perhaps he is busy and has no rest
Why do I always put him to the test
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem