I suffer intense blood boil
Amid July's cold turmoil
Whenever I next to you stand
For you make my man stand
In ways he or I cannot understand
They call you another's
And at times the others
But only you my heart gathers
Like rain waters in gutters
For you are at the house of another
Yet your heart is my other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem