Go back to you? I ponder and wonder
For you, I think, a trifle unjust,
But back to you I'm guessing I'll return
Because...I guess-and I'm guessing- I must!
I grind my teeth, I bite my tongue
My pride and my wish neither recede,
For you, I guess, I'll always burn as I yearn-
As also inward I seethe.
What solace have I gotten from your female charms?
What comfort? And where my settled cushion?
But, I guess, and I'm just guessing now,
Too lazy and selfish am I to seek some other sleek woman.
I guess I'll just stay as we are!
Even though my gifts to you are many-
and your cards to me never are sent,
To my designer-address of make-believe-
No posts from you-just turbulence.
It's bizarre, I guess, but you know what I now think-
And I pray this isn't really so-
But I guess I'll love you for all time
(and certainly for now)
But as for your loving ME? This, I'm afraid, to know!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem