There be bruises that take months to heal
And the bruise you made in my I heart
Takes more; more pains; more sacrifices
And then I realised that love was in my heart
Ah! But love will often make more pain
As testing the endurance of it all;
As seeking child and disappointment made
And other things that go astray.
Love will the most heart-breaking be
And leave you crippled in all that your feelings be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem