My heart hungers,
my heart aches.
My thoughts wander,
my thoughts wait.
My mind ponders,
my mind makes.
For however long my mind, heart and thought waits,
my love will never love me for all I hate.
For she has another in mind,
and another next in line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good. i like it. u wrote a lil bit but means alot.