Today I had surgery, My heart was removed. It was not bad,
it was not sick. (it was filled with love for only you.)
you did not use any pain killer, I had to experience all the
pain involved, to be sure it was removed.
you did not ask if I wanted it removed, nor did you ask
how I would live without it.
You used the sharpest instrument known to man.
(WORDS OF YOUR TONGUE.)
I am glad my heart is gone, because you will never be able
to break it again. I never want another. The one you removed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem