You leave me no time
To think and feel
Your love unending
It is as if
The time has come
For the sacrifice of love
I am not last in the line
When the spring came
The season of beauty
Of flowers and nightingale
It was my turn
On the guillotine
15/10/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ooooooh pretty.............