A love has never been stronger
A woman never weakened by anything else
A man walking away and never looking back
Years gone by and she still loves…
How hard is too hard?
When do we know enough is enough?
When love has finally killed its one true subject?
Here ‘love to death' is actual
Love can never be stronger.
It can never be truer.
A woman has walked into her grave,
Fighting for the man she loves.
And now, the man she so deeply loved lives for another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She is an epic-like heroine. But that fellow is like a mosquito gone astray and will soon be roaming like a bearded drug-addict. You have made her immortal. Well Done.