My heart has found the darkest evil.
For I love one, and now another.
A windstorm my mind has become.
One I love with all my heart,
however immature he is.
The other I love more,
but he loves another.
My heart and mind are sore,
from the confusion they endure.
In misery I shall remain,
till I can understand which is my hearts domain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahh yes you do describe such pain As comes from cutting hearts in twain No cure did I ever find Once cut in two by love's divide.