It is not often to happen.
That one's love to give.
Returned by another,
Purposely to crush and bust it.
That a love to give,
Can trust this done to do again.
Even though the odds,
May find the doing of it possible.
Yet,
Seldom do those who give their love...
Gamble with their hearts.
To begin using their heads.
Knowing that a pain remaining the same.
Stays unchanged to remember.
And this is with forgiveness given.
To forget whatever the odds may be.
Or the possibilities,
Of a heart that has been broken.
Will take another chance,
To discover it can stay cold.
Frozen.
And can become,
In an unrelenting deep freeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem