Please dont send me a look of disdain
The melee of disappointment with angst inscribes
your glances to my scorned heart.
A sigh barely escapes when i catch your look.
A look is far too precious to be interpreted like i do
And scoundrel that i am - stealing every one as i look away ashamed.
Perhaps i misinterpret your dark eyes as lonely.
I expel justice to the unknown while you i lock away.
The paradigm of my ailment...the remedy of my disease [youare].
Yet i cannot live another evening with the weight
Of your unapproved expectations communicating to my mind.
Stains of the countenance of an intrigued admirer
Remind me of the preexistence of our love.
you are what i send for when returned letters flood my mailbox.
I will die in your gaze as it slashes my will.
For one sweet moment is bread which sustains me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem