I hate to bother you
I hate to trouble you
I hate to see you sad
That’s why I stay away
I love to hear you laugh
I love to see you in joy
I love to know you‘re fine
That’s why I stay away
Wishing you were mine
Is not ever enough
Your heart is not a clockwork toy
Imagining you are mine
The only fault I take
The road so dark and endless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unrequited love is sad, but unexpressed love is even more frustrating. Imagination is no substitute to the real thing. Good poem.