I am love's profound lost love,
I fade each night away.
I have gained nothing yet lost all,
grasping the perpetual sway.
But woe as sorrow did covers me,
I kneeled before thee humbled and lost.
I gave unto thee a blood soaked quill,
and a text of a tragic play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so touching. acually i like dark on like this.this one has wonderful ending part. cheers~nb