He asked me ‘Why are you so? '
For I would not speak though I had a lot
Of speech in me.
Nor would one tear come out
Though my eyes were broken.
And I did not cry
Though I had pain.
And I did not smile
Though I had joy
For I am in love, my Monsignor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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