Her hair is brown like autumn leaves,
Her eyes are jewels, the envy of thieves,
Her smile has the beauty of snow covered trees,
But there is on major problem you see,
Despite my feelings about her and me,
Our being one will never be,
Because these feelings are one sided,
These two parts will remain divided,
And this brings woe into my heart,
And despite my attempts it won’t depart,
And if only she knew how it could be,
If she would just be with me,
The love I would so quickly give her,
The things I would quickly surrender,
I would make her feel like a god,
But these feelings are a cut and it has a clod,
Love is a war that’s never won,
Love is a game that’s never fun,
Love is a fire that’s never done,
Love is the barrel of a loaded gun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's nothing worse than unrequited love... but at least you got a beautiful poem out of it, because this really is a beautiful poem.