Oh love, why must you be perplexing?
And ethics, why is it me you’re hexing?
Love, you’re not the bliss I need-
Love, elusive love, you trouble me!
Where are the sonnets with promises of love?
Where’s the romantic walks under stars above?
They are not ours, I’ll never see-
How great together I hoped we’d be.
Love is not ours, I’ll never know
The greatest desire of my soul.
For I don’t belong to you,
Nor you to me,
Love may apply to others
But as for us- No possibility!
Love isn’t ours, I’ll never know,
The sacrament of two bonding souls.
Such delight would be so disarming,
Where, oh where, is my Prince Charming?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem