I want you to utter the words I want to hear, 
Oh how sweet it would be for my ear, 
But sadly you would never love me; 
For I am never enough for thee, 
I want to take thy caring hands; 
To travel with thee above these lands, 
I want to make thee my lover; 
But that's a possibility of snow in summer, 
I want to have thy eyes only for me; 
But sadly the two of us you could never see, 
Considering my feelings was never thy will; 
My affection you've always wanted to kill, 
And if my emotions will die; 
It would just mean a bitter bye.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem