I would have given up on you,
On holding on to you like the fool I appear to be,
Like some hopeless romantic with no sense of reality.
But it ain't possible for my heart,
For it screams otherwise when the thought of it echoes in mind.
How can you leave your home, after all it took to get to her?
How can you give up because a second of your fantasy is not granted?
Isn't love supposed to be patient?
Is it getting hard to practice what you solemnly preach?
You cannot walk out on the only home destined for your heart,
The thorns are surely not sweet,
But the sight of the rose is hailed by you,
I guess she's the poison you're bound to pick.
She's the Angel chosen for you and your heart agreed,
There'll be times she'll turn your heaven upside down,
Making you contemplate your leave,
But there's no good thing without a shadow in the back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem