Unfortunately from experience I do know
that sometimes nothing can be worse
than the sheer pain that love brings
and even if I do not want it so
that at times love is like a curse
that stings and stings
and even where we were in bliss
welded to each other as one
where we had known true happiness
at a time everything of it is gone
and even if we love each other with sincerity
while it feels as if this thrill
far outreaches anything, that it is full of adaptability,
is more intense than any other will
you are not the first
and probably will not be the last
to tenderly love, to quench the thirst
and at a time this relationship may pass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem