With you, my sweet, I hope for nothing
My world will turn to mush if I begin admitting
With you, my dear, I yearn with vain effort
My heart will only bleed from rejection's discomfort.
With you, my dove, I hope for insignificance
I am not light to your eyes
Nor worthy to be your prize
My spirit will only splinter from your adamance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem, I like it! !