I feel you love
me a lot.
I brag and wish to
drown your thought.
So fool am I
that soaring high,
I fly and fly
burning my wing
I long to swing,
in air
withstanding all
hatred you brought.
I forget once you
loved me lot.
When my days
wanna rest
on your kindlier chest,
I find your warmth for
me has gone.
Your world I lose,
and love is shunned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah love can make us fool is it worth it? that's depend of our perspective good poem thanks for sharing