I was in love,
Love is the four letters,
one word.
I devoted my love to thy love, fathomlessly.
And I worshiped in solitary.
She told me “She never be mine.”,
And “She never was.”
It was just a time,
That (she) had passed.
she was just a pretender,
And I was such-and-so.
I asked her to stay,
But that was the price,
she never wanted to pay.
I never wanted to be loved,
I never would,
But It was thy love,
that divulged me “thou could! ”.
But when she left,
She forgot to undo it.
I passed into cold and darkness,
From surrounded.
Now there’s sole agonizing pain,
alive through my veins.
my heart is solitary dead,
And my soul bruised like rotten roses.
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I would like to translate this poem
Now there’s sole agonizing pain, alive through my veins. my heart is solitary dead, And my soul bruised like rotten roses. love, desire, wishes, failure. sense of loss. all these are pictured very well my dear Poet. thank you very much. tony