It doesnt choose who to loose for the other
Neither does it want to warn itself
When everything is not goin right
Only holding on to what it thinks best
Never mind the advice from everyone else
This heart is in bliss, caused by its ignorance
Believing in all those values gone, if by chance
Trodden it doesnt appear instead holds on firmly
Heven-sent, love of my life, all those non sensical words
Really, truly, clearly not wise
Beating the wrong way, no u-turns even on bends
Falling over cliffs only to land on its two feet,
In quite a fete
Loving more, bound by the many downs more than ups
Inside it beats faster at the sight of you its tormentor
What a piece of work, this heart must be, to craete such a scene
To want to cut in two for you to have pride in one side
While the other holds on to life pumping
only to want to see your face
To have your distinct jaws engraved fresh in it's mind
Those brows raised, amazed at it's devotion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly the heart is not very wise.. I do appreciate the picture of a vexed heart created by you. Good job.