When I first met you,
Your heart was not true.
I saw a hell of needs
Burning in your sunken eyes.
Your heart was clogged with loneliness,
But your needs in it love disguised.
You needed the legal tender.
You needed a man not a lover.
We were at crossed minds,
so I have to stay behind.
I might still be here
when your eyes hell for love.
If I would find you there,
I shall return to quench both hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem