Tell me anything else
save that you love me.
For you too do not know
if you really do or not.
For years may belie this
and such a dream turns an impostor.
For this infuses a stupid heart with foolish joy
and only a little later the heart bleeds like a sobbing toy.
Tell me anything else
save that you love me.
For I have got more than my share
and I just can not take any more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem