My heart is sad and I'm singing the blues
for it's been a week since I've seen my Muse.
The week's dragged on like an eternity
and I've not seen my Muse of Poetry.
Just one look that is all that it would take
one glimpse of you would all my sorrows slake.
Your loveliness will lift my spirit high
and to the land of ecstasy I'll fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem