When the doing was done, became the knowing
Could your eyes meet mine?
The stained carpet,
The torn, faded wallpaper.
Anything but me.
And when the saying was said,
Could my heart meet yours?
Judas.
For thirty pieces of silver
Anything but love.
(July 2009, with green eyes) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem