Even though,
I knew it wouldn’t last
The heart is wiser
In the house of love
What’s crooked,
Can’t be made straight
But to forsake love
Is to live in misery
Better to be,
Poor and walk in love
Because love flees
When no one pursues
Sweet is,
The sleep of love
In the dream
of life with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a really good romantic piece of writing. The kind of thing that would make a great poem, if it was. GW62