I am not in love
With any soul
My heart it does not stir
Your eyes that shine
And glimmer bright
Serve only to deter
I wander in my apathy
The cold and barren streets
Searching for a refuge
My lonely self retreat
When hands that stroke
And lips that kiss
Appear in hazy dreams
Tis like fire
In a well
That’s quenched and only steams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem