When I was a young man
I try my turn in love
But all in avail of my world
I find love and run
The reason and why i never find
Is a case I could not fathomed
I am not that beautiful?
That I should be fault of my flaws
Days, weeks, months and years spent
I know I have forever loose you
In my pursuit and in my search
Like sun and the moon never meet
In my run everyday for you everywhere
Some get too much
While some get none
There is no justice in this world
I have taken to my fate
An occasional slip in weathered hand
Because you are afraid and jealous
If you see me again
When you marry before me
I am a dove of the copper cloud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely conceived written, Felix