Late night, no stars in the sky.
No light shone in his bedroom.
Though there's a glimmer in his eye,
but it's more in dread and doom.
On this night, he thinks too hard
about life, which he doesn't live.
His outer beauty is marred.
His inner, as always, gives.
He's a smart enough fellow
to not let these things hang heavy,
but he continues to wallow
about the girl he finds lovely.
For him, it's come to this point
where he sees it's nothing he's got.
It's about time that he anoint
to search how to tie the knot.
He's found two days afterward
in the woods, swaying with the trees,
chest naked, 'A.E.C.' carved.
At least now the boy's love free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem