Oh dear sweet Lily
how sad that life
is dragging us apart
and that by choice
you are living
a life of your own.
When you have time
or want to reach out to me
no pure flower,
or desire can change
the way that you treat me.
Even the enticing petals
of your naked skin
cannot win over
what is getting lost
when you do not
really want to comprehend
the cost
of the way that things
are going between us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem