oh beloved. 
my beloved 
dont dare leave me here 
this pain i cannot bare 
the crushing in my chest
i gave you nothing but the best 
alone in this small town 
i want to do nothing but break down 
the smile plastered on my face 
is never going to fall out of place 
i dont want you to see me like this 
the thought to you would be pure bliss 
letting you get your way will never happen again 
you have to work for my loving hand. 
oh beloved. 
my beloved.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Great write, but it misses the real end; perhaps something like this: you have to work and wherever you go I'll follow you and sabotage your new ideas...I'm a selfish, lonely, life-sucking vampire; and I've got problem with my insecurity...