Dont look at me with those dreamy eyes
and tell me that i should give it a try.
If you only knew how many times i tried,
you'd never guess i'd end up to cry.
Dont tell me those sweet words...
and show me what they mean.
No, dont ever tell me
you could win my heart again.
Coz how can i live with a man
whose heart is a stranger unto me?
How can i love a man
whose heart is not like mine?
My heart is not like yours.
If it is, then youd be right here with me.
Dont start to tell me i can somehow forget him;
and that someday i could forget his name.
I LIED-The truth is...
I can never love another after him again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
strange are the ways of the heart, stranger still r d ways f d hands dat sketch out d ways f d heart. very well written