No place to go, my dear.
No place to go.
And we are all,
All in a rented house,
Where theft of time
Is but common.
I know not
What I am getting.
But I know what
I want here.
I can say
What I want
If you ask.
I want just you, dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem