Don't you feel we have lost so much
that our ' great ' love is now only words ,
that there's no more yearning , no urgency,
no real joy in our hearts, and when we meet
no wonder in our eyes?
Don't you feel our encounters are frozen ,
our kisses cold,
that we've lost the fervor of contact
and now merely exchange polite talk ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem