Respectfully I state
That cannot wait
And the thing above
Am sick of your love
Your curt remarks
Always hurt
The law you devised
Is nothing but flaw?
All waning in passions
Like warring nations
Can not attend
And cannot defend
Always my position
So kindly grant me
Leave from thy love
Leave me alone
To bemoan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tonite is the night of interesting rhyming schemes.. well thought out and efficient poem