I guess i'd better stop to love
And sought for things better above
For it does not worth half the stress
But rather place my heart in distress
I never knew love a gall
And thus i beckon to its call
But it be nothing but a ditch
Filled with wounds that will not stitch
I guess i'd better sway on my own
For long myself I've thus known
And that i maybe rest assured
That my tender heart never bleed blood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem