it doesn't matter
how many times I fall,
or how many times I bleed
telling me not to love again?
never
for as long as it is not dead
but just broken,
this heart will always
Swim the oceans of love
the smell of roses
the bliss of touching skin
with the moon still young
for trust is but a risk
It must take
to find happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem