I packed up, 
my love for you, 
in a cardboard box.
Put it somewhere safe, 
in the cubby hole, 
to reduce space.
Not to burn with rage, 
not to search through, 
looking for answers 
to clear a confused mind.
So I packed the box, 
secured with sellotape
and said goodbye, 
and lay past's head to rest.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Very good poem. Fantastic imagery. I enjoy your work.10/10