Come to terms,
get a grip.
Can the heart
endure this trip?
All my words are true and pure,
can my heart feel your allure?
Will this end in a flight
will I ever see the light?
What I want is happiness
What I have is just a mess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great. Love it. Like a final outcry. Thanks Nan