It broke my heart, when we were forced to part.
As soon as I was told I had to leave,
The frightful fear of having to depart,
Destroyed my world and I began to grieve.
But I could tell no person, nor yet you,
This knowledge deep within, I had to keep.
The sorrow steeped my soul through and through,
My heart would slowly seep its blood and weep.
Oh love, my love, my heart was broken then,
Oh heart, my heart, the hurt that you endured;
I trust, I hope, that we will meet again,
And love's own power, will my heart have cured.
But hope does rarely materialise,
This truth, I've lately come to realise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem