For a while love can be abandoned
For duty or greed or powerful prurient desires
Or simply the necessities of survival
Until your heart is laid siege by lonely despair.
Wouldn't it be exquisite to be drunk
In the soft consoling rain
And forget that we ever hurt each other?
Sweetheart, you have a free pass with me,
There's nothing I hold against you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have a songwriters heart, very sensitive to this gentle murderer we call Life. great poem!