I am so loyal to him within my heart-
But he's disloyal to me, with his others;
With anyone disdainful, them of me,
He feels quite free to treat me, as a bother.
I have never given my heart lightly away-
And to find I've been in error, all these years
Is become a tremendous, grievous pain inside me;
The source of many hidden, disgraced tears.
I have no where to go, as he's too wise;
Far wiser than I am, and so I stay-
But he should not be too surprised to find,
That I will have gone missing, some bright day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem