It was not my heart
How difficult it is to say goodbye
When your heart still loves
What agony there is in the soul
When you know that your loved one
thinks That you no longer love him.
How cruel this life is
When we face each other,
With a destiny
that you do not desire
And because of life's irony,
You come to know the happiness
That for you is denied.
How sad and long are the days
Without the presence
of the love of your life.
What a void there is in your life,
When you know that he has definitively
Left your life.
It was not my heart who said goodbye to
The man I loved and love still.
It was life itself who took responsibility
Of confronting us with the reality
Of our lives.
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