I'd do anything for the one I love.
The one I understand most.
It's been months, but I remember the nights in the cold.
Only thoughts of my love to keep me warm.
Things have changed.
But this love cannot die.
I let immaturity get the best of me.
Covering up my pain everyday.
But my love knows what it's like to be me.
I can't take the mistakes back, or make the pain disappear.
But this love is clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem