This is all unread to me,
All the time it’s hard for me to see
Nothing with you is ever easy,
Come to me, then leave me.
I don’t know what it is; what I know,
It’s just something in the air
The way your talk is slow;
You never could tell me quite the truth
Now it’s all something very uncouth.
This is all unread to me.
Talk to me, but speak with definitions
I can’t live anymore with an apparition.
The way you move is motion distant
I can’t let you go though,
I cant, I can’t resist it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem