Breaths spent in thought of you
Have not taken a breather
And though the road has plateaued
Breathing is still not any easier
It is now a newfound chore
Second only to hard labour
Why should I continue in my toil
When your heart lies with another
Its value has paled for me
Where once there was ardor
Breathing is becoming of life
Both have only grown harder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem