The secretary to a powerful manager
had slaved for him for years,
had been his doormat.
She was crushed when his wife died and he married
another instead of her. She had mistaken domination for love,
errands for intimacy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some people get the wrong vibes in the love game. You pointed that out well in a few words.