Pieces of my heart reflect that face
Reasons are not clear why woes to me embrace
All the time I think about them whom you call yours
Neither you understand nor I force
Sometimes I find myself utterly mad,
Happiness also considers me a sad
Unknown person why becomes so close?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well its a deep feeling of a lover and i think you've great passion to write romantic poems......you should be happy always and don't think yourself mad.... regards.... hira