With pain my heart your absence tears,
the anguish fills my eyes with tears
that drown me in so deep a well,
constantly make me feel not well.
Were that I could gather the will,
put you out of my mind I will
but missing you I can not bear,
just like a honey-hungry bear.
If once more you make me feel fine,
gladly I will pay a huge fine,
to lose your love for which I pine,
myself I hang from yonder pine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funny idea to go with the visual puns, but I don't think they add anything to the poem as such as the concept of visual confusion isn't carried through into the meaning of the poem. You could use the same device with a topic where identity is more of a theme...and experiment with layouts that build on those collisions. 'Gladly I will pay a huge fine' is a bit of a stretch; -) Fun to be able play and still keep the narrative sensible though! Good job