حب تانى
I think to love again but my heart scared
i saw many times from love pain
what love what is love? this passion is torture
what is inside my heart is inside
those whom melts get tired from love & its pains
In love & its wounds they gone & they often absent
my heart`ll never become easy to him
why i loose him with his hands (him)-refers to her heart
what i saw is not a few
why i love?
My heart..what we take from passion & its bitter
dont u ever go to its fire ever ..why u go
why i live in confusion & hope then get tired from life!
then moan from fire & other & blame & doubt & misfortune & aahhh