Being lost and forlorn, hoping to find someone to
love, until one day no longer living.
Pacing the countryside, wondering where and when
the one person who will love altogether, with all
faults and imperfections, will be found.
Hoping against every hope that somebody will love
honestly and truly for the rest of life just this
one.
Rhythms hanging on, pushing forward, into depths
of romance, hopefully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem