When my love turned into hate
I couldn't forget
The stare
The smile
The touch
And I loved her so very much
Then my love's dead body
Burnt into ashes like phoenix!
Now I am waiting every nanosecond
For the birth of a sweet new love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Before the grief of the sudden demise of first love goes away, you want to wave your hand to the second love. don't go to the meetings of women associations. They will bite you.