Once I had loved you,
Maybe I was wrong
Or maybe I was right!
I don't know, but...
Sometimes a doubt arose in my mind,
Was really you loved by me?
Or it was just my carnality-
I don't know...
Still I can't make out,
Still I don't understand,
Maybe it's better.
I don't know, why...
But there is a crimson flame
Of love
Still burning in my lonely heart.
But there is a crimson flame Of love Still burning in my lonely heart. The experience of love is always a mystery. thank you dear Poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes we doubt our reasons to love, you speak from your heart with wisdom and I love the last line of your poem just so beautiful!