I understand your language
You were never satisfied with my love
Your heart was far from your word
You played me nice in my field
I get you all I could,
But you gave it away
Pretending to love me.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some people who come our way are meant to teach us lessons for the future, without them we may be more hurt tomorrow... I think such ones are gifts to us