Who knew a soul
Could be brought
To a painful death
By only one individual
My soul was as such
Dying a slow death
As a result of another
I must say I was blind
Or was I just numb
Unable to feel the burning wounds
Or unable to see the gaping holes
These he created
The night he went with another
And the year leading to it
Who knew a soul
Could be mended
And brought back from the brink
By only one individual
This such was mine
When I met the one
Who was but my other half
It must have been the bond
Or was unconditional love
That erased the deep scars
And sealed the holes
This my love performed
On a spring moonlit night
As our souls walked side by side
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem