As I sit and ponder I feel amiss, for the woman I love wonders alone,
As she journeys through trial and tribulation she feels cold, cold and lacking
Lacking and yearning for the joy of her life. I try to imagine a deed I may do, to help guide her away form the toil of desperation.
Can she see me, does she know I’m there?
The passion of my desire to aid overwhelms her, yet it pains me to witness and abdicate,
To consent her solo journey. The pain I see, the pain I feel, the pain of love, the pain of loss,
It seems that all there might be is pain. Hopeless and alone we are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem