Kindred spirit...
Best, when near it.
Near the closest hand...
Sounds heard loudest bland.
Never near heart and soul...
Emotions of love lost as whole.
How can love be blind? ...
Leaving Me, scoreless and behind?
Behind the eight ball of love and hate...
Hath Me angriest than Thou, irate!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem