I know our love is taboo
But to stop thinking of you,
Is something i know i can never do
I long to know if you feel the same
It is so silly,
That i hate your first name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a nice ring to this poem, for me. Don't ask me why, it can't be the perception of honesty as the author appears very much undecided at this stage..... I like it, anyway. H