The tears wouldn't stop flowing...
The heart was down
But he had to keep going
I looked on as he bled
I wanted to help
But i just couldn't
I thought to myself
What was happening
To this fresh blood
He wouldn't say a word
Yet he kept on smiling
He serious bled
He was in much pain
Yet he smiled all the same
I need to be glad.. that's all he said
I need to be strong...for in her i love i find strength, he added
That's all he could say
That's all i heard him say
Before he passed away...
I thought to my self
If this was love
Then i guess love had no meaning...
I was quite confused but i had to move on
For if love could make the dying person...
Then the living could be stronger....
That's the story, of the 8th wonder....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem