He'll take the long way home tonight,
as he's late then there's less time to fight,
he'll have a drink to dull the senses,
he'll build no bridges but maybe a few fences!
There's a pain and sadness behind the eyes,
there's mistrust too and surely lies,
he doesn't want to argue but it soon takes hold,
he's so cruel, and she's so cold!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem