There's no way I could justify
any of the failed loves.
They only demanded from me
a little more strength
some more endurance
walk a longer length
but when close to the peak
my knees grew weak
doubts brewed in my head
my resolves started to fade
I was seeking more precision
more commitment from the other side
and what happened was no doubt
their obvious fallout
a retreat when it would have been right
to in love scale the needed height.
Then as a cover up of my shame
tainted the other with all blame
last nail in the coffin being
hold her responsible for everything
then solaced in escape's upbeat mood
saying what happened happened for good!
Now I have to admit willy-nilly
my lapses in love come back to haunt me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad poet Your punishment is this: In fearing to love, You have deprived yourself Of bliss.