I love you only because it's you the one I love;
Ever heard of a thing as love sick?
Well, I'm love dead,
In this part of the story I am the afflicted,
In this part of the story I am the affected,
Without any struggle
In this part of the story you are the victor,
In this part of the story you are the loved one,
You excel without struggle.
I do not love you except because I love you;
I try as much as I as if I prepare for exams,
and the more I try the furthest that I push you,
You play mute as if you were absent;
You look at me with bitterness as if I were dead.
I fight to be perfect because
I feel your eyes traveling in my soul,
if I look at the crystal moon,
All that I see is your reflection;
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
But that will break my heart
And that I know it.
You defeat me with your attitude,
How long must I put up with you?
If you wish to forget me please do it now.
Before my heart crumbles.
A bitter-sweet kind of love that I feel,
Because I detest you so much,
But then I love you still.
You consume my heart on fire,
And I worry of my after burn love,
For I am not the Phoenix.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem