I feel so much, and yet, so little,
I feel so old my bones feel brittle.
To love you has been such a drain,
My sorrow now I can't contain.
It's sad that I was so weak,
Ignoring the truth, and in so deep.
I will try my best now to live,
The both of us I'll try to forgive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice poem nia........understable...... keep writing