This love story is one not to be told.
The listener it makes go cold.
A love tale on a broken slate.
Written with a crying pen at an heart broken state.
Never was it seen but heard.
This love tale of a lass and lad.
The wordz they traded under the sun.
How he wished that ere heartbreak he heard the horn.
This love tale telos wrong.
With mangled dreams of it growing strong.
Many years ahead he wished in fun.
But the tragic end on d wings of dawn.
Plethora of his care he ignorantly traded with mere wisps of a feinged love.
Many told dreams..none with love to prove.
Tears in melancholy, death the thought.
Agony made folly, much pain with love he bought.
This love tale.
The radiant love ran pale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem