The woman
I'm enamored of
is distant
high and inconceivable
in unattainability of hers
she is unlike herself
when loves me
passionately-gently
forgetting herself
absolutely -
and every time
I fall in love with her
again
I realize
the most hopeless thing:
about my amour
I'm only dreaming
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem