(Summary: I always believed that no matter what kind of makeup or operation on hur would ever change my idea of hur. I believe nothing can change the fact that I love you but you’re just perfect the way you are. I never really thought I would love another person until you came along. Pouring in what I believe love is as to making a gift from my own two hands as to buying it with just money unless necessary is the necessity. My love for hur may never really be gone but only scarred by the remarks you made to me, . Sometimes I’d either think to give up or believe to gon on/ As I fight my battles and as long as I still live in no matter what condition, it’s always an unconditional love to hur that I’ll be there and that’ll be a promise.)
why would it be wrong
when there’s nothing more to add
when you are already
so beautiful to me
it comes along a tune
never wanting to believe
the myth of
love at first sight
yet here I am
writing lines
on this carved heart
where a bit of soul
is wrapped in silver
why it’d never be left
sagging in the rain
only scarred
deep where it’d only hurt
someday
it’s not worth trying
sometimes
it’s not the day
to say farewell
as this bleeding heart
beats as soundly
as the heart I carved out for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem