I asked you to leave
and then I cried.
I asked you to return
and then you sighed.
'Alas my love,
Can't you make up your mind? '
And I responded
'Love makes me blind.'
You asked me to leave
and then I knew
just how you felt
when you thought we were through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem