My being repels in disgust
From your dissimilar hideous form.
A repulsion not seen with the eyes,
But felt in my shivering core.
Now you have left me to wonder:
What dimmed the bright light in my stars?
In the end, I perceive you as nothing
But a blind dove immersed in the tar.
The she that I loved has been buried,
But her memory may never burn.
She lingers in the back of my mind
And slowly fades with the feasting of worms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem