coming to a year
the end is what I fear
the love is still clear
the direction is hard to steer
i still yearn for my dear
the reasons aren't sheer
their actions are but mere
the outcome is but seer
i cannot jeer
for she is who she is
but kill me, their words to my ear
maiden sincerely insincere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem