These days, people frown upon me for being so dismal and blue,
If they could just see why I cry so,
Then they would understand, they would know
That my grief is not pitiful, nay instead it is bliss,
For I am in sorrow over something I deeply miss,
My heart is in agony, if only others could see the bruise,
For I have lost the most precious jewel anyone could ever lose;
I have lost your love. And I have lost you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem