Loving him ain't easy.
It's tiresome and rough.
It breaks down strong walls that I built to be tough.
Tiresome I am of loving this long.
And feeling so weak when I want to be strong.
To rest in this love would be like heaven to me.
Because through the tears and pain, with him is where I want to be.
And to dream of us forever would do me just fine.
and wake up to the reality of his love being all mine.
Oh how I wish we could do all of the above.
Because the reality of it all is I'm tired of this tiresome love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem