like roses that always bloom
that how my love in me
bright red and always fresh
that how my love supposed to be
as empty as my heart is
there always spot for love
as manly as a man is
he will always week of love
how far i fly
how far i ran
does not matter
a promise had made
theres you in me
a promise that always lock inside
nor far nor near
only me who got to feel if
and only me who got to hear
even you turn yourself away
it does matter
you don't have to know
that is you are still here
as you are in me
forever it shall be
even it hurts me deeply
forever i shall be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem