The love you must have given
must have been choking
like a rope ready around his neck
too much love
the other unloving because there is no dictation
for love
it is spontaneous
nobody tells someone
you love me as i have loved you
but love the unbelieving
the unbeloving just the same
and when you die loving
tell him/her the harshest words ever
that you can muster:
i still love you
i love you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem