Every night you haunt my dream's,
Your swinging in a tree.
And I am pruning every bush.
But not the one for me.
So every night I haunt your sleep,
To see who he might be.
But tonight I thought you welcomed me,
There where I shall never be.
A love like this that comes but once,
I feel, but not for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem