I loved him. Did he? Did he burn?
Oh, did he suffer for a minute?
I gave my heart, my soul, my all
To him. Did he? Oh, no, he didn't.
When I was broken by true feelings,
He played with me and wished a princess...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good attempt in the chapter of love, Saniya. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks