Why should one
Have so much
While I have none.!
But I was in love
As strong as death
But bit by bit I am losing,
Will my love die?
It is me, green in the eye,
Grievously in the grave
Drinking my own blood
And eating my own flesh.
I feel lonely
In front of my smiling enemy.
I can't cut jocks and make fun
I can't keep mocking
Suddenly I feel I am in love again
As I have a radical admiration
And an awkward homage with recognition
I feel now, my love will not die
As it is fed upon me, green in the eye.
jealousy is out of love.......and when the one losing and lagging behind................love can lessen for the moment but jealousy is fed on love........love will never die...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful emotions jealousy and love, well considered here.