You have Cupid in agonizing melancholy
He almost die of shock
Forcefully ripped out his arrow
Now his ideas you mock
Careless of this constant sorrow
In a rage he breaks his bow in two
Just to show, anger as his continues tears flow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a good write, but like me you have a couple of typo's. Trust me I am the queen in that department. So I try and proof each piece twice before I submit it. You have a unique take on a subject that is written about so often, so that's really refreshing to see.