I've flattered the people who never loved me
And ignored the countenance of those who loved me
Only had i followed the art
I wouldn't have to play this part
Love is too young to know what good conscience is
So i resolve to keep my peace
Love is too silly, too complex a thing for me
love, such as it is made of, such it be
Love follows no man for form
What man loves, man become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant rendition set aside for sober reflection. An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing........