I wish that I could hate you
But how could I label blame?
For from the start you told me true
There never was more to attain
And I should not try to construe
An emotional sense to this physical game
It was me who made the fool my part
Who upon your love did wait
And you now own a part of my heart
For it is not mine to take away
That is only up to fate…
The muses’ part to play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'It was me who made the fool my part'...Brutally honest, I like it.