It begins with a promise and a lie.
I promise 'I love you' and 'You are the only one for me' ~ but I ask, which is the promise and which is the lie? Must I let the years continue to pass before I can accept the reality and move on? My want to trust you went from a need to an obsession. I thought I had fallen in love with you, but I don't think love has the power to hurt you to the point of death's catacombs. The magical ride is not to descend into despair and lonliness; for that is not what my love was meant to give. For I promised a life with only you. I guess it was the lie that you said, 'Yes, I love you, too.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem