I loved you
and you loved me.
We always thought
it was meant to be.
I told you my troubles
what the past done to me.
But still I thought
it was meant to be.
I wrote a note
to a friend one day,
asking if our love
had gone astray.
He told me
'Y'all were meant to be'
Now I'm here broken-
hearted and blue
wondering if love is
really true.
My thoughts still linger
and whisper to me
'It was never meant to be'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Christya, At your age love comes and goes, because we are not serious about life, about love. At that age, we want everything, but we are not ready to give up anything. Love is about giving up.
This will forever be my favorite comment on my favorite self written poem.