I have gotta see you very soon.
We are gonna talk it over.
We have gotta talk it out.
This hang-over must be gone.
All issues must be sorted out.
Head`s so heavy and it kills the heart
As if got stuck in a maddening traffic-jam.
Now there ought to be a ceasefire
In the long-run battle of stiff egos.
No more bullets of hard words
Should be fired cruelly into hearts.
No parley but we need to meet and talk.
Guess, the deadlock will be over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and now war of guerrillas... that's how it is after love which shouldn't have to be... I like it, pretty conciliatory