I love him that never loved me
till love turned to drifting wind in my dream.
I weep for him that never wept for me
till tears became cold snows in my dream.
I write a million words for him that lie -
till words were just a wasted dream...
written only to die.
I loved and failed... wept and fainted;
wrote and wasted; but I'll never die
for him that never lived for me.
beautifully written. 'but I'll never die for him that never lived for me.' how true that is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lines done with love and affection it is really romantic