I love him that never loved me
'til love turned to drifting wind in my dream.
I weep for him that never wept for me
'til tears became cold snows in my dream.
I write a million words for him that lie,
'til words were just a wasted dream
written only to die.
I loved and failed, wept and fainted;
wrote and wasted... but I'll never die
for him that never lived for me.
beautifully written. 'but I'll never die for him that never lived for me.' how true that is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lines done with love and affection it is really romantic