Impassioned.....
Rationed?
No lover...
Above her.
My cheating heart...
Is now, forced to retreat and forever depart.
Cheating...
An excuse, for retreating.
No more, old meeting...
Since anew-ed, heating, cheating.
Nagging him...
On a stupid, unexcused whim.
No more, no more...
Feelings, that make me mad and sore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem