Knowing a loved-one feels sad,
also breaks my heart so bad.
At times when I determined,
it is me that caused her pain.
Knowing a sweetheart cries,
also hurt my ego which tries
to comfort her furtive sorrow;
I must act now not tomorrow.
Knowing I am not quite perfect,
committing mistakes being imperfect.
The only way to hold my beloved to stay,
is to love her the same degree as she loves me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem