I HAVE NEVER
written a love poem
as yours
this one is true
and it is just one
and it is for you
you will never believe it
but i understand
i will read it over and over
again
and then you are gone
i will keep the paper where
this love is written
no one reads it
if one reads it somehow
when i am gone
no one will ever believe it
no one will ever believe
that i really love you
you yourself never believe it
you think that i am lying
when you are gone
it is not the end of it
for the truth continues
its journey to the heart
and when it reaches there
and knows what love is
it will then rest and
nodding to the world it will
say: it is true
it is true. Love exists
even when it is unbelievable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem