Spring moveth in paces away from me,
What hath been wrong with thee
Or what hath been wrong with me?
My words of love detest unto thee?
If thou thinkest my kinship with thee is black moon,
Let me walk away from thee once for all.
I perceive thou kickestmy airy messages with thy disgust on me,
Thou mayest think I'm a stupid babbler with my crazy longing for thee.
I fear my strides of love unto thee turn the way down.
Dost thou like to say ‘Good Bye' unto me?
If thou wouldest say so, lend me thy smile
And I would keep it deep in my heart.
Let me not smile unto thee openly,
And I would walk away from thy presence.
Thou wilt be thee, and I shall be me.
Shall we? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem