I have known...You still dont know...
That I know...you leave...
Every other Tuesday...Thursday...
To cheat on me...I wish....
I could see his face....leave...
every time you arrive..to smile..
you not knowing that...I...always..
cover the shield of your mask...
before you leave with...Vieux Boulogne....
You never notice...being on the run....
It is..Just because..I love you..
No other reason...That..I..
enjoy your smile..does he?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I bow low to the riddler once again. Thrown my thoughts too quick to conclude this end. Cleverer and cleverer each step your prose they take. Next time I'll have more coffee and be sure I'm more awake. :)