‘Why am I in love? ’
I find myself asking
Why friendship is not enough
My brain it is tasking
Should I be skeptical of being in love with her
Since all she says is “Ah! ”? —
Am I not capable of loving?
Does it look like I’m roving? —
Crown of Honour prays I fall in love
But with another
Seems to me she does not want my love
Perhaps I shouldn’t bother
Yet it hurts to know
That the object of my love is unconcerned
About love that does not stop to grow
That is so big, even strangers discerned
For what to do is elusive
Knowing my love is not conductive—
She smiles when I smile
But the thought of loving me seems to rile—
This love is a punishment:
Unacknowledged, unreplied
Yet it is an accomplishment
For it is undenied
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem