I'll take the memories, the heartbreak and even the love.
You can go be happy.
I'll take the misery, the loss and I'll find lots of distrust.
Please, be happy.
If you're happy, then the one I love is fine.
And that's what love is: When someone's happiness is so much more important than your own that your own that yours depends on it for existence.
This is sad and true and yet generous. I am moved by this. Because I feel the honesty of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a moving write. i agree with that last little bit about love too. very good.