What can I do with love, the sad disease...
It's always here, lingering and hurtful.
Although I've been living long with it,
I want to stop it now, too much sorrow.
Enough, no more, no ever self-constrains,
No more alone in love, no silly sadness.
The end, it's time to make the final stop,
Let this connection now ends forever.
If burn yourself, if suffer to extremes,
If bother him with the attachment pointless
Or hurt the own heart with no escape,
In silence living long and painful ages,
It's all the same, one cannot make him love
Even by bringing stars from mighty heaven.
What can I do with love, the sad disease...
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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