THE MIGRATING BIRD
Like a migrating bird she flew away,
this must be my worst day;
I loved her from my heart's core,
she went away from me more and more;
I wanted her to be my life,
she went away becoming some other's wife;
With her memories, everyday I slept,
she killed me, the day she left;
All her memories in my heart I preserve,
she didn't even considered what I deserve;
She took away my heart with her,
and went away far and far;
Thus, only her memories remained,
and till death I have to bear this pain...
