I am on a mission to touch your heart with my love and,
You are with a vision to meet me at the gate of love;
But like flattering divinations,
It always starts from somewhere before it gets to you.
A violent wind and a super love,
A stormy wind and of your lovely mind;
But you betrayed me because of a handful of barley and a piece of bread!
And you've killed those who should not have died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem