The days I thought would last a lifetime have gone and disappeared.
My deepest hopes and prayers did not occur like I had feared.
As much pain as I already feel in my heart and in my soul, I sense how lite my footsteps are wherever I may go.
Because the rock on top my chest was removed by a hard decision, when both the ones I love so much have come to a collision.
So they thought.
Every footstep becomes heavier,
Every breath is longer.
His love is getting weaker,
Mine is only growing stronger.
He's not letting go,
and I wont ever either.
Sometimes I wish we never met,
and that he was happy with her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.