Hey Sofia!
Love isn't lost.
It's just missing
as the heart.
You fell in love with him
before the rebellion begins.
He fell in love with you
after his mind changes.
Oh Sofia!
You found love too early.
Too early to feel it.
Too early to suffer for it.
Now he feels nothing but cold.
He hears nothing but whispers.
He sees nothing but salvation.
He loves nothing but survival.
Hey Sofia!
Don't be sad
Loving isn't just an ability, but a gift!
A gift which was forgotten...
If everything is over,
what should I do with these verses?
Should I hide them? Should I tear them?
Should I recite them? Please tell me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem