What is life?
Should there be a thing called life?
should there be a thing called love?
Should I be able to love?
Should I ever have a dream?
A dream of happiness?
A dream to have love?
to live a lifr?
To be in love?
to be a wife?
to have children?
to be myself with the one I love?
Sould I be able to love?
Would I ever have a dream?
Would I ever fall in love again,
or well I only be a toy, used, and only for sex and never find love again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember when u wrote that poem....remember u wrote it at my house? ?