Many people have been wounded in love, either entering it
or leaving it behind for it was too devastating to hold
onto, abuse being a great part of it through the years.
A finality setting in left them bereft, lonely and crying,
no more smiles upon their faces, turning away from life it-
self without ever realizing it.
Living, yet dying within their beings, nothing to reach for,
because love has disintegrated along the way, making motions
that looked like they were still alive.
Yet through the years not being touched at all, their hearts
no longer thinking of anything that has to do with love, for
they cannot trust their feelings at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem