He told me
Of his need for me,
Pledged his love
For all eternity.
I surrendered completely
Glowing for all the world to see.
Then one day he rode away
In his Sparkling Black Charriot
With hubcaps shinner than a silver bullet,
Never looking back.
Who was that Mask Man
Disquised as love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dorothy, love is always a mysterious figure. We always call him or her love as we might never know their real name. Top marks from me. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem. David