Thinking of you is pain, thinking of you is sad.
But still thinking of you
and the love that we shared.
Perhaps the love is still
with you.
Forgiving you it's hard for me to do.
You never how you broke heart, you never know
how the pain is.
I'll let the pain go from
this moment and there
will be no more love spoken..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is the most bitter sweet substance in the world, Zaarah... here, one finds an emphatic good bye to the the love that pains...10