As they lay in his bed,
Her hands on his neck,
His hot breath against her ears,
She asked with voice full of fear,
Quietly as if she didn’t want him to hear,
Uttered the words that would let her know,
If he was the man she had hoped for.
She asked if loved her,
In silence full of unanswered calls,
She asked again in despair.
She held him tightly as he said,
‘What kind of question is that’
She laid next to him,
Knowing he said it all,
When he couldn’t say the three words,
She had said thousands of times before.
It was all over for the girl,
Who lost too much in one night,
Things she can never get back.
Now she wonders sitting here,
If she said something stupid.
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I would like to translate this poem
no girl, there is nothing stupid about this! it's well composed.