There is a burning desire in my heart,
If only I was your friend,
Then i could share it.
But it has nothing to do with you.
I'm burning,
Burning of the fire we ignited together decades ago,
The fire that was supposed to warm us,
Yet here I am alone, burning,
Because you have nothing to do with me.
Have i depreciated too much that i go for free?
I'm i so barren like the biblical fig tree?
That you would rather cut me down, letting me rot,
Because i am not worth your firewood,
All because you have nothing to do with me.
Keep in mind handsome,
My cross for you is burdensome,
The cross that made our paths cross,
The cross that made us cross.
The Cross we all chose.
And now, we have nothing to do with it.
All i need is not much,
Being no-one will do me much.
No maintenance cost,
No love lost.
That will be greatly appreciated
As I will have nothing to do with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem