“I could write the saddest poems tonight” <br />A stolen verse from the saddest poem I ever read <br />And think once he was mine <br />And now that is in the past <br />That He left my soul destroyed <br />Now I don’t believe in love <br />Once I was in love, and it was nice <br />A consolation prize the memories <br />Of the sweetest kiss I had received <br />The day he stole one from me <br />Only God knows if he loves me once? <br />I simply have the anguish to figure out <br />Whether once he loves me or not <br />The sun sees me and hides from me <br />I only get thistle from the field <br />The same field that gave me roses <br />When I proposed to him <br />Countless stars on that ebony sky <br />The only thing that now I have <br />Meanwhile I’m lost in this fogy land <br />I’m starting to believe: <br />That no one ever will love to me <br /> <br />Spanish, Creo<br /><br />Michael Vinicio Camacho Menéndez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-believe-32/
