I have loved you a thousand of times. I have never fell out of love. I have only loved.
I don't know what is this love of two kind. My soul has always been a goddess loving the goddesses.
I didn't learn the art of accepting my taste. I am always loving the glass and the broken pieces also.
I didn't fail. I raised you very high even in my poetry, my words don't know what I write, people don't understand what I mean. But I know that I have loved a beautiful woman in the world who thinks that I have always loved another woman.
I know the art of loving the love.
So funny to hear that I have neither of them but I still hear from them.
It hurts but never heals. And probably, I will hide loving you more and more. Till then please believe in the poem of my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem