As a souvenir from his girlfriend so fair.
He kept a lock of her silky hair.
He kept it in a frame on the wall.
So that it could be seen by all.
This made his wife of many years so mad.
His not being able to let go of the past.
She thought that this was so sad.
And she wondered how long this obsession would last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem