Such a deep sorrow
that sourced through her poor veins
Her mind leaving earth with a deep pain
An ache that binds her own heart to the murderer
who robbed her of her innocence
How foolish was she?
But mere a young child!
She weeped as she sat in her bedroom with her curtains drawned
The countless nights alone
The blood shed for his heart
Wasn't enough; she tried!
Her heart swelled with shame
A distant memory she wished
She dreamed of what could have been
Now, a ruin lay deep within her chest
Her mind full of nightmare's that he had left behind
Oh! She cried outloud
She Loved
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I would like to translate this poem
Interesting. I like this, it's very passionate, but also very sad. Keep on writing, you're very good.