My looks might call me one
But I am no saint!
I have my darknesses
But let fair reflections from my lights on your life
I love 💕 you
But...I will rather go mend my sick heart!
I do have a request!
Do at least Close this door gently on your way out,
And whisper your byes born of enmity, with love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem