'I don't know how to define love
I also don't know how to define curse
Is there any difference between both?
I don't think so, I mean not at all... No.'
'May be I wrong but not so sure
In my opinion there are two conditions
One, when I feel pleasure to see her
That called love for my beloved angel,
Second, when I feel bad to miss her
That turns in curse for me, my angel'
'My eyes look everywhere to see her
That called love for my beloved angel,
But when I didn't find her anywhere
That turns in curse for me, my angel'
'I don't know how to define love
I also don't know how to define curse'
'That holy day when I meet to her
For that I often used to thank god
That called love for my beloved angel,
But when I think about the last day
After that day I won't see you honey
That turns in curse for me, my angel'
'I don't know how to define love, and how to define curse,
I don't know how to make you believe my love, my angel'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem