i am always seen
as in any Shakespearan scene
writing about my love.
when people read,
they know that a good deed
is all i have.
to hell with riches
my merries
are nothing but memories
of my love and me
as i move on for years
in oozing tears
one day, i will be happy with the one i have
always and always been in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem