I thought your were the sweetest,
for me you were the best,
yet for some reason I couldn't release the only fear
my mind and heart suppressed,
for as of now my mind and heart will not allow me to become depressed.
No relationship comes with a guarantee,
seems I was more committed to loving you as you were to me,
I was as faithful as a partner and bestfriend could be,
you obtained your walking-papers,
and now you are totally free,
for this is the fear my mind and heart was
convinced my soul needed to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem