I am no more
Going to find
In you the love
Or things of this kind
I loved you
And was blind
You put me
Only behind
Sincere I was
As well as kind
But towards pelf
You were inclined
I guessed wrong
That I can bind
You and your love
Except cash and kind
Now have decided
To leave you behind
As I am no more
Going to find
In you the love
Or things of this kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem